i've been bottling it up again and my insides
are packed so tightly with the poison of my negativity
i think i may burst and no ones concerned
and it hurts and i cant
take it so i get wasted and get too drunk
to remember
i am so tired of waking up wishing that i hadn't
i am so tired of waking up ready to **** my sobriety
i am so tired of feeling like my soul is a burden to my body,
leaving scars where my skin should be clear.
and if here soon
i disappear
don't be worried
it's what i wanted