Addict

Here I sit crackpipe in my hand. Wondering how I became this man . I grew up head filled with dreams, Of being a movie star, or on a Sports team. I wanna go back and talk to that kid. And tell him not to do the things that I did. To follow his heart no matter where it would lead, To live life slowly, there's no need to speed. Live life like each day is his last, Strive for a future and remember his past. Don't put off tomorrow what you can do today. Follow those dreams no matter what people say. Treat people with fairness and try to be kind. Develop your body, expand your mind. Travel and see the world, Fall in love with a beautiful girl. But its too late, that kids just an empty shell, Living his life in his self made hell. No more family, kids gone with ex wife. Crackpipe in hand looking back at my life. All alone in my room, laying on my bed, Noone would even notice me dead. Drowning away my pain and my sorrow. Putting off today cause ill clean up tomorrow. So now I stand finger raised at the sky. I'm pissed at you God you wanna know why. You've taken away everything from me. The man I became isn't the man I could be. And I'm pretty sure I won't be seeing you. Cause I know I'd regret the things I would do. So say Hi god to my friends and family. And make sure u take care of them for me. I think I know what I have to do. I am done with you god no more praying to you. My god now is this pipe in my hand. Its taken my soul left this hollow man.