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...
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