Being addicted to something you cant even spell feels like shit Being in love with someone who hates you feels like shit Being dead in a world of alive feels like shit Having things that you cant tell anyone feels like shit Loosing everything feels like shit When your four year old brother asks about your scars feels like shit When you tell yourself you are insane feels like shit Getting drunk and not remembering who you fucked feels like shit Having your mother tell you that the only people that actually love you are bad people feels like shit Being told that you are no good at the thing you thought you were only good at feels like shit Feeling behind everyone feels like shit Not being able to eat feels like shit Always worrying when you see the cops feels like shit Having your entire life slip right through your fingers feels like shit This life feels like shit

Becoming an Adict

I can smell it in the most unlikely place I can taste it in my mouth and its not there The sign on the door say "come one in, we sell death" But being an addict, we don’t see this So we buy and buy and buy And just one little white stick of burning tobacco It will pull you in Join the club And it will then be your only friend An evil one But for some reason you love it

I could really use a cigarette But don’t worry daddy I'm not addicted yet I could really use a plan B But don’t worry mamma I only drink tea Gonna quit my job and move to Vegas Tattoo my body and loose ten pounds I could really use a bed But don’t worry brother I'm not dead Yet I could really use a beat But don’t worry sister Ill stay on my feet Just look out for yourself You don’t need to worry about me

Inhale

Peeling back the wrapper with ease Crumple it up and throw it in the trash Tap the box a few times in the palm of your hand Then you flip the lid open and pull one out The sides of the one you take and then one still in the box brush each other Chshhhh The yellow rests on your bottom lip Click Spark The lighter hits the white end And you inhale as the smoke rises Big breaths and then tap it The ashes might fall on your shoes but they will come off trust me And before your eyes its gone So put it down And step on it Its gone Then you pull another one out...

Ive chosen not to be crazy Figures that more people bug you about it when you are Seems as you are Idk Different "look at her" "just wanna punch her in the face" They say One: activity of the instinct of self preservation Two: Adaption to environment Three: correspondence of character to the age and station Four: remember able consciences He who does not respond to these test is insane So I'm partially there Whhh-hhh-hh-h-h-h-ish

I hear whispering and piano playing in the pit of my left ear But its okay because the whistling is coming And yes my room is silent And my brain is empty And in the strangest way The mind conjures up these things called words And puts them in your head Streams them down your arm and into your fingertips Where the energy is transferred into the pencil and on to the paper To create the magic of insanity

This tiny chunk of words I found in my brain

Inspiration less Lifeless Wordless Emotionless Im nothing write now Dahhh writers block Makes ya wanna write