Its my life support

As soon as i step in, I drop my things to the floor, go straight to my room always make sure i close the door, then grab everything i need from the draw, time to roll up cant take the stress as it eats at me like an annoying pest.
I sit i crush i spread i roll where is my lighter so i can get this show on the road, couldn't wait to put the blunt to my lips, lighting it up i take my hits, smoke comes rushing out life its this, I know its bad but it helps me forget how I'm feeling lately been feeling like shit not high enough yet so i take more hits.
Smoke i smoked till the blunt was a roach used some tweezers to get my last few strokes, weed is my life support, its my best friend, its the only thing that hasn't let me down in the end.