I have found a lack of sympathy for my chemically dependant brothers and sisters. It disturbs me my eye rolling attitudes, I search through my studies of gods, I search for the compassion within me. And I only have it half a day a week. I try and I try and I try and I try, having myself cross the fucking death junk line, the forcid cock the back hand of love, I know, I know, I know I, know, if I can get my shit clean after all the shit I seen, if I can still fall in love, and laugh my head off at my life, and my hard hard lessons. Then why don't you you rich 35 yr. old junkie fuck, I want compassion for you, but my friend I have none! You bear your victimization like a cross, a crutch. Your lazy, its easier than to cop out than to rise above, believe me, believe you me, I can't believe you but just to be nice
