Sometimes
Sometimes I feel lost,
and dont know where to go,
Sometimes I feel lost,
and feel so alone.
Sometimes I break into tears,
and feel I shouldn't be here.
Sometimes I want to die,
But then I get over it,
and ask myself why?
poetname Ashley Garcia
poettitle High
e-mail ashleygarcia@sbcglobal.net
Your Poem I roll it up
I lite it
I take a puff or 2
I pass it 2 da next person
They do da smae thing I do
Now i'm getting high
I'm rising off da floor
I don't know what to do know
There isn't anymore
Now I get some pills
3 for 5 dollar bills
I take all 3
pick up da keys
And now i'm out da door
I'm geting in my car
After just taking da bars
Now i'm closing my eyes
I'm rising in da sky
All because I got high