i need weed

for having too much light can blind.
in the dark is peace i try to find.
just me and myself as my thoughts get wild.
with fantasy overruling my night.


i know
this is wrong.
my heart has turned cold.
still i would put on a show.
living a lie in my whole life.
to protect the one i call "my self"
convincing myself that this is reality, this is life.


and then 'they' went on to say,
it is going to be okay.
it is okay to be not okay.

but...what do you know?