I wake up with a feeling of despite, because the night before i was on drugs taking flight.
my parents hate me because I’m always high I lost so much respect they cant even look me in the eyes. I sit outside late at night wondering if i didn’t get high what would it be like. Im no one important as you see, I’m running away from my own life in flea. I’m scared as shit not knowing what to do, i look at my parents but they hate me to. They have the look of fear on there face, but god smiles at me because he shows no hate. I’m no one important in anyones eyes but mine.