I want to go but I can't.
It's like a chant,
A chant That's been tucked away,
Far off In may.

My life is fucked, because I am impaired,
But who fucking cared?
No one Dared to help,
They just sat there and yelped.

I was in the dust,
Nothing but Lust.

She had just came,
Weed was her Name,
Feed was her Game.

Weed is something I need,
Like a fucked up Deed.
I Plead...

That I want it all to end,
I will have to find away to fend.
All it needs to do is End.

By Chris Weis
01/23/2006

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