Yesterday I was delighted That my drug dealer was still awake; I felt the same Christmas morning anticipation, For Santa to arrive with something I could take.
I am not one for self pity, Or attempting to change my past, However the last time I felt delight , I’m smoked it in a glass.
I don’t believe the depressed, Have truly felt delight, About anything in life That hasn’t offered respite. I see my friends getting engaged, Married and having kids; But their real world can be hard So I’ve chosen a few moments with bliss.
I wish I didn’t take delight In trying to escape, But nothing brings me happiness anymore - Aside from the illusion drugs create.