i hate everything
that symbolizes life
flowers, the sun & breathing
i trace my wrist with a knife
when i'm not at work
i'm high all the time
i've become a different person
in the space between the reason & the rhyme
i'm wasting myself
without going all the way
for my constant self-indulgence
out my *** i'm expected to pay
i'm degenerating & withering
the person i was would hate who i am
forever stumbling down this existential staircase
everything i say, do & believe is a sham
theres no real semblance of hope left
and i think i'm okay with that
in the end, it doesn't really matter
whether i'm reprimanded or patted on the back
cheers to cheers-ing to the future
***** & diet soda in hand
i'm undoing the suture
i know i'll be okay wherever i land
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
i hate everything
that symbolizes life
flowers, the sun & breathing
i trace my wrist with a knife
when i'm not at work
i'm high all the time
i've become a different person
in the space between the reason & the rhyme
i'm wasting myself
without going all the way
for my constant self-indulgence
out my *** i'm expected to pay
i'm degenerating & withering
the person i was would hate who i am
forever stumbling down this existential staircase
everything i say, do & believe is a sham
theres no real semblance of hope left
and i think i'm okay with that
in the end, it doesn't really matter
whether i'm reprimanded or patted on the back
cheers to cheers-ing to the future
***** & diet soda in hand
i'm undoing the suture
i know i'll be okay wherever i land
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