Sounds like being high and sad, and, coming from a guy who was high and sad for a good decade straight, let me say you painted the picture beautifully, my friend. The rhymes are good. The rhythm is good. Good work.

I really enjoyed this, most especially the last stanza. One thing I might recommend is maybe to add a syllable in the 6th line to help the flow? I might have tried it like this... not to say its any better this way  
*People come and people go  
For no one stays the same*  
  


I looked at the source code and noticed you have a formatting error. I copied your poem and tried to format it how I think you wanted it to be.  

>Friends are for real, and family's blood  
but all I ever knew.  
Was how to treasure things of pleasure;  
and want, not waste, the food.  
    
>People always come and go,  
no one stays the same.  
So do hold dear the thing you fear,  
Before it drives you sane.  
  
>What can you hear when you longingly peer  
at the stars and sand below?  
Singing jays would always say,  
but I will never show.  
  
>When all is lost and certain,  
there's one thing I know true.  
Hiding helps the atmosphere  
for lonely is my mood.  
  
>Darkness staved by blue displays,  
Turn the lights off quick.  
My shadow craves the disarray,  
and roses always prick. 
 
I really like this poem. I think it has really good emotional bones, however, it needs some tightening up.  

>but all I ever knew.  
Was how to treasure things of pleasure;  
  
There shouldn't

Friends are for real, and family's blood

but all I ever knew.

Was how to treasure things of pleasure;

and want, not waste, the food.






People always come and go,

no one stays the same.

So do hold dear the thing you fear,

Before it drives you sane.






What can you hear when you longingly peer

at the stars and sand below?

Singing jays would always say,

but I will never show.






When all is lost and certain,

there's one thing I know true.

Hiding helps the atmosphere

for lonely is my mood.







Darkness staved by blue displays,

Turn the lights off quick.

My shadow craves the disarray,

and roses always prick.



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