Dope, dope, dope it makes me lose all hope! If only I could cope. This is horrible life makes me wanna croke. My arms are so sore from all these pokes. Look at me I’m a fucking joke. I am almost to the end of my rope. All i do is sit around and mope. I am sick of looking through this scope. Dope, dope, dope.

Fight, fight, fight ya know I think I just might. The bottom is in sight. I am so sick of being so pale white. I want to be a delight not a fright. I know my future is so bright. I just have to get back up and do right. Rome wasn’t built over night. I will stand up and fight. Recovery is in sight, I am on the next flight. Relax easy does it, Im calling it a night.
I just wrote this and i need help.