Do you really know me? Look at my scars look at my pain look at my broken pieces. Take a real good look at me.
Every hit I take helps me escape from reality. All you see is the smoke. You don't think about anyone or anything.
They say that weed is the closest because you can go to happiness but do you really? Is it just an illusion?

My eyes why well every night I wish out my pain the only time I let out all my Demons. You don't think I've been hurt. My fault to believe. Everyone has a story and now you know mine.     
                                              -Anonymous