Fuck Drugs.

Laying in bed feeling a little homesick. Having one of those moments where I just want to go back to the carefree days. The days before the drugs destroyed my family. Sometimes I want my innocence back. Wish I could erase any existing knowledge about this corrupt world and these corrupt people. Wisdom is bleak. That's for damn sure. Everything I'm not,everything I've been through, witnessed, been exposed to.. it all made me who I am..but, who am I? I am alone. Because it all made me like that. The memories of the good days are blurry. The feelings are there. Certain times are clear, but that shit is a blur. Where did they go? I get so mad sometimes. Mad at them. Mad at myself. They left me out here alone. Thank god I'm strong. Or am I? My shell is strong. My insides are anything but. Don't do drugs boys and girls. Don't sell them either. I just want my family back.