11-09-2014, 07:57 PM
I wish I could be one of those people.
One of those people who find joy seeing their name on a bottle of soda.
One of those people who believe their future is fine,
solely because of what they read off a 3$ horoscope from Walmart.
One of those people who see smoking and drinking positively,
as if it's the way of living life and having fun.
But I see the toxins in my soda as I sip it.
I know my fate is changing,
with each decision I make using my small shaky hands.
I sense thoughts fade as my lips kiss the pipe,
I hear thoughts drowning in my rum.
I envy your ignorance, your happiness.
I don't know why mine is so hard to find.
One of those people who find joy seeing their name on a bottle of soda.
One of those people who believe their future is fine,
solely because of what they read off a 3$ horoscope from Walmart.
One of those people who see smoking and drinking positively,
as if it's the way of living life and having fun.
But I see the toxins in my soda as I sip it.
I know my fate is changing,
with each decision I make using my small shaky hands.
I sense thoughts fade as my lips kiss the pipe,
I hear thoughts drowning in my rum.
I envy your ignorance, your happiness.
I don't know why mine is so hard to find.
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We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone.
Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone
