Depressed Nights Poem by jordan zachary

Depressed Nights



pass me a joint want to ge hight tonight.
pass me the pills.
mabey i'll die tonight.
have no life.
whats the point of moveing on?
everyone has turned there backs on me.
even god, pleaes let me die.
i'll do whta i please.
so dont tell me to do the right thing.
i'll just drink a 5th of jack
then pass out for the night

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