Another poem

[Sordid Saint]

So I wrote this a while ago, keep that in mind. I just wanna know what other people think. I think it's from early octoberish?


Hsha

What I thought I was is no longer me
The true me will never be gone
No matter what I do to change my ways
The power of drugs is much too strong
Feelings of being a bad person often come along
"The world would be a better place if I would just be gone"
I can smoke and I can toke*
Those arent the problems that I've spoke
Buds make me feel happy
When I feel like there's no hope
But when the dope and percs come in*
I snatch them up and let them in,
*I shed my skin with a wicked grin,*
knowing that with drugs I can not win.
Drugs let out the beast within.*