God, You feel distant, though a physical representation sits on my dresser
Right next to me

I want to **** away bad feelings

I am not who I am today.
So where's my head?
On my shoulders, mostly, but on days like these?
No one knows.

There will be no tears today
Just crying
Out

I feel better when I'm swearing,
Like I'm letting off some secret,
Unknown steam

I'm mostly ****** up.

If a bottle were near,
There'd be a real inner battle
And I'm honestly not sure who'd win

And as guitars serenade
I suppose
I should start looking towards the blessings
Afforded to me
They aren't few
I've apparently decided not to bathe in them.
Maybe it's long time for a bath.