The past few months have been nothing but a spiral down into the bottle of self doubt,
Emptying the bottle of pills, drowning out my sub-conscious until I'm in a dizzy drought.
Walking through life, barley alive, each step feels like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders,
Falling over out cold on the pavement, staring at the night sky, wondering how the stars keep their composure.
There'll be moments that I pretend that I can walk on my own two feet, without this crutch,
But who the **** am I kidding, every night my body yearns to feel the cold concrete's touch.
I was born with this curse of always giving in, and then to cope, I try to poison my mind,
To keep myself from searching for something that I've vowed to never find.
So if you want to be there to kick me while I'm down, just take a seat by the curb,
I'll be there in a few hours after the alcohol has reached my liver, poison waiting to be adsorbed.
Take as many shots as you want at me, I'll be numb to the world for the night,
Kick me, beat me, tear me apart because until the morning I won't be conscious to put up a fight.