so it goes:

ah yes,
fill my life with the chaos of trouble,
i am in the midst of so much irresponsibility.
emotions really do cloud
your better judgement,
and you wake up the next morning
feeling like the moron of the century--
the person who never seems to learn,
mistake after mistake.

it's apparent in the way
your hair is stringy,
lips chapped, swollen eyes
full of tiredness;
growing gaunt with the tides of depression
that makes food bland and dull.

it's time to wise up--
stay away from the drugs
that make you so fucked up.