Dope is NOT Hope

Dope is NOT Hope Looking around with no sound or no Sight finding nothing but a pipe, making every move to spark the light looking for change erupts a fight wishing i had a job to make ends meet, deeply inside i love the high the looks are disgusting leave me rushing,There is no hope cause i only believe in dope to manage all my problems and pain, standing in the rain getting older ignoring the pain wishing i would let myself become sober to determine the chance of life to remain.i hear my name and remain still speaking faster than a windmill, giving away my high i constantly lie to be discreet of the real me finding ways to define the old me leaving no sight but a panic looking for a light . Surrounding myself with failure and no love staying to myself knowing i can instantly snap, from having a lack of intelligence and respect overcoming the challenge of facing before and after myself realizing there is no going back WHY WHY WHY would i let myself become so weak to walk,through the streets believing its for me needing more dope to adore me. I want A human to wnt and love me as much as i do the pipe, Life remaining deeply hopeless with nothing to progress too but openness,