Real Poetry

Thinking about Stress

Why do we smoke?

As life becomes more and more reckless
We find ways to imrpove our mood
When everbody else tells us to stay in school
We'd rather buy  boose and drink away the pain
But we're too depressed from the stress that seems to way heavy on our chest
So we roll up to get some rest
As the room fills with smoke
We try not to choke or let the smell seep into our clothes
Because there are those who don't approve of this habit
But we've had it
Time after time being told not to have it
To them it's drugs but to us its magic
Taking away the worries and making us a savage

Make it go away

This feeling is overwhelming me
Its left me defeated, damaged and depleated
Night after night its constantly repeated
As challenging as life is
I'd rather fade away then take a blade and physically inflict my emotional strain
I don't wish to mirror my own madness
But at times I find my situations so tragically unbarable
that I just happen to pump smoke into my lungs to devour the sadness