I've drowned my sorrows in a bottle-
for too many nights,
I'd light a matchstick that feel like pain patches
trying to detach myself from feeling anything else.
I've consumed the liquid poison to coat that wound
of feeling so consumed by the world in itself.
I feel like I'm being eaten away by this world at times,
my mind is a vortex that seems to enjoy being doused in toxic objects.

So give me an injection that makes me happy
and I'll give you my health to make it happen.