Drink all day.

Think all night.

Wish I was high, so I could stop the race in my head.




The gun is loaded and pointed at my head.

I watch the brains hit the wall and smile.



I put it on rewind and watch again.



Too bad it was a dream.

But at least my dream wasn't of you tonight.

Cry some more.



Lay in bed all day.

Listen to music about death and broken hearts.

Cry some more.




Daily routine:

Starve
Drink
Sleep
Think
Cry
Drink
Play games
Think
Cry
Drink
Try to sleep
Cry
Drink
Repeat