it's that feeling,
the one where you turn up the music
to turn down the noise in your head

the one where you took a drive
just to scream at the steering wheel
and curse at it for not being something else
curse at yourself for not being someone else
as your hand slams down on the dash

it's the feeling where you've run out of options
where you just stop caring
and stop feeling
so you decide
let's ******* feel

liquor pours into wounds
and stings less than salt
smoke makes the bees in your head weary,
withering away makes you feel alive

it's that feeling
where you lost hope
the one where you don't know what to do