Little blue pills to help you sleep. I dont like my dreams, so I prefer to drink. Im clawing at my chest, but the real problems in my head.
At least thats what you say.
Theres no such thing as love & freedom. Theres only money & sex, addiction & depression, poverty & all affection is misguided & the lies keep building up.
I am so tired, my bones do ache. Theres no time to rest, for now well have to wait. And, finally, when I can lay with you in bed, for some reason, Ill drink alone instead.
My decisions dont involve me anymore.
Just one more taste and Ill accept this is my life. My cancerous companion always does its job right, and a jobs a funny thing cause its their money that you need to pay them back when someones charging you to breathe.
Nauseous and sweating, coughing til my throat bleeds, and I'm shaking so goddamn bad that I can barely hold this notepad to read the letter that you left me to remind me
everything turns out okay.