Weed never helped you get through your rough times. Weed never jumped out of a bag and said "there there, its allright". Weed never smoked itself and flew into your lungs. Weed never forced you to be depressed when it destroyed itself from smoking itself and forcing you to inhale it, because you ran out of weed and it was all gone and all you had left was you and your friends.

Weed never helped you have fun at a party. It never helped you laugh, and it never made you hungry.

Weed never made you panic, it never made your heart race, it never made you wanna puke.

All that cannabis, weed, marijuana, pot, wanted to do, was grow. Be a plant. Be a weed.

You're the one that smoked it.