me or the high

Power to influence

We will never agree

Admit it to yourself...

hey, can you hear me?

Cant stand the Pressure?

You have to learn your lesson

I just wish our friendship

Was your only obession...

If i asked u to stop

would u let go

Throw it away

and put on a show?

Decide for yourself 

i give u a choice 

Me or the weed 

and use your own voice

Your denial and excusses

make me so sick

But ive come to the rescue

i ask you to quit

I cant even decribe 

The feeling i get

when your eye are blood shot

why take the risk?

Where are you going?

When your so up high 

Do you bother to look down

and see me cry?

I try not to yell 

when your rooms full of smoke

your mind full of screams

but my heart remains broke

I give you this choice

Me or the Weed

Our friendship and memories

the beg and the pleads...

Reviews

[Sharkapillar]

So many obvious emotions behind it. It starts out angry, becomes sad, and ends in desperation. It's touching, and makes me want to get up in someone's face and flip them off, and also makes me want to cry. Great write!

[Anthony Beal]

This piece excellently conveys the pain of having to watch a loved one struggle with substance abuse. My quibbles are very few: There's one misspelling of "excuses" in the 17th line, the word "rooms" in the 7th line from the bottom could use an apostrophe, and a couple of times "I" changes to "i" when the speaker refers to him- or herself (although this might be deliberate.) These minor issues don't subtract at all from the power of the piece, though. Its sentiment screams in frustration and hurt that leap right off the page.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Touching..Great emotion here.