It’s strange, I’ve always been better at writing depression pieces than I have optimistic pieces, I wonder why.

Anyway;

Laying in my bed with a sickening cold sweat

Emptying these bottles in order to help me forget

Inflicting pain on others isn’t what I meant to do

But doing drugs and drinking booze are how I’m getting over you.

Without you in my life there’s a void needing to be filled

And I’ve found it can be filled with red prescription pills

With a bottle in one hand and the other a mixed drink

A combination of the two leads me to my kitchen sink.

I gave you every second of my life that wasn’t mine to give

Pieces of me lay on the floor begging just to live

Put me back together like a puzzle of a man

And once I’m finally whole I won’t need that crutch to stand.

A hypocrite creating a facade to cover his tracks

Once the cards are dealt, I’ll be lost within the cracks

I’ll curl into a ball and remember what I once had

And how when I mourned you everything I loved went bad.