my eyes are heavy.
like they cant stand to be open any longer.
the smoke in my lungs begin to burn my throat with every exhale.
guzzle down another fifth of warm liquor to awaken my cold veins.

my brain is just a ball of jelly bouncing from one side of my head to the other.
im tired, im always tired no matter how much I sleep.
I often find myself angry at little things.
my breakfast was cold, my bedroom light was on, my sister did her makeup in my floor at 9am.

I don't know whats going to happen to me maybe ill fade away nobly like the avengers when thanos decided to snap.
or maybe I wont die fighting to save the world, maybe ill shut the garage and rev my engine 87 times until I get a little sleepy.
or worst of all I wont die at all ill be forced to live in this cold, dark mind everyday with the slim hope of getting better after having a good 2 days, either way ill stay the same.