The Mess I'm in Resting in Piss

Every single fucking day
Try to say
Everything is okay
Break - Just itching to get away
Stay - don't leave this empty place
Counted the times I tried not to think
Somehow struggling to speak
Out the sentences that I think
And I don't think I can make it

Fuck

Sleep deprived
Drunk n' high
Somehow still be living life
Still be tripping
With my slip-on vans - with no laces tied
Blood pulsates
Hate in the veins
Take out the razorblade
Cut me up and send every piece
To a better place - that's out of me

Cannot breathe
Is death coming
(Found peace)
In this mess
That I'm in
(Abysmal depression)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Palma
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