Strange daze

When on the path of substance abuse you start to stray, that's when you start to give the power you have over your life away. You really trigger a part of yourself that really isnt you, from having fun to not having a fucking clue, romantasizing about suicide just not to be here, yet dying is what you fear...
So how badly can you fuck yourself up the arse, and to think this all started with something as 'innocent' as smoking grass. Thinking you're cool and being the man? Or was it cause you saw there was a way too close this popped up emotional worm can. So at the end of the day its actually a two way street. It made you look cool but in the bigger picture it also kept you on your feet...
So how fucked up must you be to accept this as your reality, come - lets quickly take a look and see. Never ever in your life has much been stable, dad was an alcoholic and that was; smack, bang - a label? Theres a million and one excuses you can make but at the end of the day there is just one right choice to take...

'A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.'

Oscar Wilde