Trials and Tribulations

Yet, to me it is just another day. 

Raised by a woman lost to love 

And a dad that ran when push came to shove. 

My life has been full of stormy days

Nothing but pain and mountains of pain.

I blame not anyone else 

For, I alone conjured this hell,

Marijuana became my crutch

And money consumed my love.

Happiness began to fade 

As I started to hide on negative worse.

I regret many things live done

I wish I can start back at surgeon.

Never would I have become addicted

To living a life so materialistic.

High school was a lot of fun

But, I felt purposeless once it was done. 

Selling drugs was my occupation

Even though I held many jobs, I lacked patience.