What has this world come to?

What has my world come to?

 

Everyday I drown my sorrows with booze, sex....anything I can

I’m trapped inside my head

 

Images of what was, and what could be

...flash before my eyes so vividly

like I’m there

 

But I’m here...why can’t I live here

Why can’t I be happy here, I’m certainly not happy there

 

I’m drowning...

I’m dying, the pain is killing me

In this beautifully miserable life

 

I drink so much to kill the thoughts,

the agony, my misery

the what if’s, the what can be’s

 

I hate everything now