Our world is broken, in misery.
Searching for purpose & a space in popularity.
But we find nothing, feeling once again alone,
The loneliness turns to depression,
Which that forms to self-hatred.
So we then put the emotions on ourselves, hoping to make the pain flee from us only to fill our veins with toxins, our lungs with chemicals, our skin with scars.
Soon our minds are flooded with things we never thought would enter our mind.
Two more shots;
Six more drags;
Ten more cuts;
Nothing can stop us now..
It’s too late.
We’re controlled, enslaved; addicted.