Fuck you, weed.
Fuck you, shatter.
Fuck you, drugs.
I want to be freed,
I got my ass handed on a platter,
No more drugs but more hugs.
Thank you, nurses.
Thank you, voice that reasoned with me.
Thank you, for letting me be myself.
Maybe there’ll be more cases,
But I hope I will see,
That I need to take upon myself.