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Coming home (by Shasta M)
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I'll try to be serious when I talk to my mom. I don't know if my eyes look right or if she can tell what I'm on. I've got to tell her something before I can leave. I've got to get ahold of myself. I need to act like I should be. I'm stoned. And I never shoudl have come home. I'm up to my knees in shit. ANd they know what I'm on. I'll be back in a while When I start coming down. WHen I finally think straight. and my eyes turn back around. I'll come back when I onw't laugh. come in half past eleven but in don't plan on coming down until a quarter of never.
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