A relapse a synapse
Despondent so often
Nausea
The legal drug
I feel like I got hit in the head with a baseball bat
From drinking again
From giving in
I'm testing my will power
Every day
And I'm not always winning
I drank it all much too fast
And lost my cool again
Volatile
Not a social drinker
Thinking not the solution
I am an overthinker
Nauseous
Despondent
Don't know why I went to college
Judge me
Hate me
I'm bound to isolate myself from all of you anyway
I've nothing against extroverts
But I only feel as one when I am alone
It is a shallow and false power
But it is my own
It is the only thing that is my own
I am alienated by every other human on the planet
Unless they are simply acquaintances I don't see often
I'm not trying to be dark or put anyone down
I just have a hard time with the slimy fucks that make it a point to slither into my life
As well as the ones I love
I have the hardest time with them
I feel that I could I will vomit
None of this is really about any of this
It is a fucking joke
Nauseous
