eyes blood shot, happiness is something long forgot. Always losing train of thought. Pills in one hand, alcohol in the other. Razors by my side, depression winning and taking over. Why is it impossible to stay sober. I dreamt of love and woke up broken. Pillshot returned and half tempted to split these veins open.
I've got pills for days, emotionally confused by these waves. Shredding the shore, no life support. Floating but yet still drowning. Pills flooding my throat, liquor making new waves. I swear there isn't a vacation away from the dark. Just dimness surrounding the world. Options limited, wished for the best and got the worse. Suffocating slowly as the love deteriorate. Pill the trigger and poor me a shot.