Boredom, loneliness are a perfect mix
For internal chaos to erupt
Depression begs for a quick little fix
Can’t be real, gotta put up a front
But I did it again, oh I did it again
When I swore up and down that it wouldn’t happen
Self-pity is the start of my collapse
Sliding back into old habits, I relapse
Falling into former ways of thinking
Panic grips me, it feels like I’m sinking
Relieving some stress with a little shopping spree
Feeling overwhelmed, I find escape in some sweets
A cloud of smoke nicely mutes internal screaming
Sipping this fine drink seems to quiet my demons
Replying back to a former lover
Tomorrow I promise I’ll recover
From this moment where I ignore the price
As I mask pain with a familiar vice
©️ Nov 14, 2018
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