I did it! ...Well for a week or so Partial credit? ...I tried real hard though
Or at least this is how I feel during sobriety Rather after I have just ended a short stint I drift off and become a member of my own society Get quiet and hope the world will take the hint
I really can't handle myself or how I misinterpret things I'm lost in the translation from my head to the real world You'll never know the pain the memory of you brings I was lost and found, nothing and everything all because of a girl
I never did it... And never will! I only hid it... Have you had your fill?
This bottle is my baby This smoke is my lady These rhymes are my therapy Need my shades just to see My eyes stay low A soul you couldn't possibly know The word rehab makes me laugh My self-medication helps me with my craft At this point in my existence I lack any sort of persistence It might as well all be gibberish Honestly if I had one wish It would be to never gain my sanity Because I already lost faith in humanity So this craziness keeps me somehow hopeful These substances make me vocal Breaking the levee to let the words cause a flood My own thoughts and emotions boil my blood I could never aptly describe this concept Even after years of searching I'm inept This person isn't even slightly reminiscent Of who I once was and is now so distant I am a shadow a ghost Afraid of what I desire most My effort has only ever shattered me Beaten, broken, and battered me Though silence accomplishes very little I am stuck somehow here in the middle Of constant outbursts and pure withdrawal As is the definition of my constant fall Into depression and anxiety Only worsened by 'sobriety'
Random. Free flow of my current state of mind. Not really even sure if any of this makes sense or goes together at the moment.