wishing
wishing that i could have my life back, changing alot as well as the size of this stack. wishing that i would of never started to smoke, that is what enabled me 2 cope, due 2 the dope.hiding myself from all family and friends, sitting in a house wishing i had some ends.one day I turned 2 the front door, there stood my mother in law, heart full of pain stright to the floor went my jaw.wishing that she hadn't seen me this way, turned myself in2 jail, again wishing she would 4give me for that day. later on in life was told that she cried that day and that vput me on my way, found myself again wishing that i'd died in the worst way. wishing that i could of taken that look out of her eye. feeling as if she looked right through me and didn't even say goodbye.found myself wishing that i wasn't a dope head, knowing that wasn't true cause 4 29 days i didn't even go 2 bed. my life revolved around dope, without any type of hope. looking in the mirror saying u look the same, then on paula i pushed the blaim. nobody could tell me how i acted or looked, known inside my mind i was as thin as a fish hook. distroying my body distroying everything that i worked for, until i found myself wishing 2 get off the floor. at the the time i thought i lost my true love -PAULA-, so i figuared fuck it and smoked away every dallor. this story is true and i wrote it 4 everysignal 1 of u , now i clean and DUSTY I LOVE U
