I'm Fucking Dying

Self medicated

Unlimited prescription

It's either suicide or this quick growing addiction

No matter what shape he's in his body doesn't fit right

It's easy to hate yourself when you're drunk every night

Anxiety driven pessimist who needs more than anti-depressants

He's trying to solve his own problems, don't suggest a therapist

The weight of all his families hopes and dreams are on he's shoulders

But he's probably just like his dad, He's probably just bi-polar

This depression isn't seasonal, Doesn't know that he's delusional

Believes he's trapped inside a solipsistic nightmare and none of you are real