High

You don't always have to be on top to be you.

The smoke is filling putrid air,

it's burning up the ground,

will he ever try to stop,

the breaking silent sound?

 

I watched him sit there everyday,

smoke that weed to high,

watched him lie and cuss at kids,

and watched him slowly die.

 

I've watched his life pass slowly by,

never ending days,

he's going through his teenage years,

he's going through a faze.

 

He's taking out the easy way,

but everyone's been through,

why does he get to smoke his way,

when we've got to do it too?

 

You can almost see his lungs turn black,

his lifespan shortening fast,

he doesn't get it, doesn't try,

how will he get passed?

 

You can see his car burn up,

it's useless, no one drives,

he's done all this by choice, by mind,

he's screwed up in his lies.

 

Sometimes I just sit here watching,

wondering when he'll die,

because you know he hates it too,

it's time to say goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

i hope u like it. :)