I said to myself A "long" time ago that: I never smoke weed again

But suddenly I couldn't resist it anymore

I smoked a joint but what began as a good trip ended as a bad one

I could hear the background voices clearer
I saw the collours brighter
I saw my friend happy
I saw more then without it

but when it became a bad trip
I only could hear my heart beat
I only saw myself in the reflection of the sink
I did not see anything anymore

But will I say no more or will I say another one will come

I know the answer to that questions this time

I will smoke some more because

It will give me the peace I need in my head when I need it to be
It will num my thoughts
It will give me the rest I need
It will resolve my problems for just a coupple of minutes
It will give me some new perspective of some situations

I know it is bad to me but what is not in this world