I’m a comfort ******
And I can’t get enough
I go to extreme lengths
to stay in my bed
the screens light my eyes
but nothing’s there
the food fills me
and I feel alright
numb myself
shooting up
10 episodes
and a bag of candy
nothing feels better
than feeling nothing at all
under my comforter
******* as much as I like
because I’m already ******* myself
no life’s worth living
all pleasure, no pain
sweet dreams
and endless days
blurred into the next
escapism and nothing can hold me
so **** the world
my mattress is an island
and comfort is my drug