Alcoholic

Not much of a drinker but I might start carrying a flask So, I can sip something a little stronger than my depression Because this counseling session is not helping My life right now is just a hangover that last week's Or a bad break up that only repeats Sadness eats more than happiness And these tears water my dying heart, like a dying flower But I can't find the sun, so I think I'm drowning And some days I'm at peace with the feeling While other days I fight to breathe, breathing heavy Trapped in anger and frustration Born from my personal recession Not much of a drinker, but I'm tired of tasting my bitter tears that fall from my eyes and rest on my lips I need something a little more sour Because my tart mood is starting to taste good Maybe this alcohol will give me a revelation Or at least a break from the pressure Distancing myself from my peers Can't hear anything positive mine as well cut off my ears Mine as well cut off my years A life short lived but at least I know what it is to truly live Too many people choose to pretend Today I picked a date And I'm not going out But I am leaving this world p.s. so raise a glass to being alive...