(30) Everyday Hell 12.16.23 @ 6:11pm

I’m cross faded, sick thoughts occurring.

Without drugs, I can’t function in this society.

I’m addicted but I’m not bragging.

I don’t have much but I’ll stand my ground.

I’m running on fumes.

What the fuck is left?

Hell awaits my presence!

Everything’s burning if not burned to ashes.

Working my way out of hell.

Nicotine slowly disintegrates my flesh.

Some fiend for love and happiness;

I seek self love and peace.

It’s my everyday hell that makes me what I am.

Many will never know my darkest side.

Those who do, will be scarred forever afterwards.

Burn me alive with all my secrets.

Happiness is overrated, like it is to smile.

Times like these will have us breaking limits.

All I want to do is snort coke & smoke!

Hoover in the clouds & never to be seen, M.I.A.

Broken mirror and shady promises.

Accustomed to the consequences of this lifestyle.

Gambling with my future, I’m doomed for all eternity.

The devil starts bullshitting my spirit, one ear out the other.

When all hell breaks loose, I take another dose!

These nightmares aren’t making sense anymore.

Possess my life and my corpse, I can’t take it.

I smoke to release my pain but it never goes away.