Today's the day where I don't feel like waking up
I'm struggling to do anything at all but refill this half empty cup 

Today's the day that I relapse and pop this little white pill
It's supposed to make me numb when I'm feeling mentally ill

Today's the day that I burry myself in bed all alone
I'm hurting so damn bad, it aches me to the bone

Today's the day that I'm going to let everyone down
Pouring drink after drink until I finally just drown 

Today's the reason why I'm afraid to be happy and committed 
Something broke inside my brain I should probably be admitted

Today's the day a tidal wave consumes my hurting soul
It almost seems fitting to finally drive into a fucking wall

Today's the day that my fears come true of finally being happy
Cause before you can even take your first breath I'm writing your eulogy.

◄ Momma, I Can't Knock Them Out.

Myths and Wishful Thinking. ►


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Hope Rivera

Fri 16th Mar 2018 14:44

this is beautiful and strongly said

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