Unhealthy Plan for Dealing With Depression

Write this pain while i'm sober
Cause the drinking would let it subside
Still a whiskey'd slightly kill me enough to survive

Seems my bitterness feeds on loneliness
And the sickness is all in my mind
But the bitterness and the pain are still warring insides

I can imagine how it feels on your side
Maybe wondering, maybe tired of trying

Now the greatest fear is conversation
And that you could see clearly
Through my eyes

So imbalanced I have become
That i cannot disguise all the sickness
That is seeping through the lies

I can't imagine how you'd deal with deceit
This condition kept in concealment with crude means

Should have known there's no sweet without soured stomach
And last week was the sweetest of the summits

And the door it revolves through the days and the dark times
Find comfort it's not painful all of the time

I can imagine how it feels in the sun
This cycle will start over when it comes