So I'm sitting here, meditating Focusing on the present Assuring myself I'm breathing Each slow inhale Forcing life into a body less deserving I tell myself I must fill myself with life So a bottle appears It empties into my lungs
So now I'm sitting here, meditating Focusing on the drowning Assuring myself I'm not breathing Each slow inhale I tell myself this will mask the pain So the end appears It's fills my head
Living in a rough place dealing with life as it is has created some unhealthy coping mechanisms,