The sounds on the TV give me anxiety

I don't fucking sleep
Cause I have no more dreams
It's hard go on living
I'm the one who's trynna kill me
Edibles
At 250
I take prescription pills
Cause they sustain my fucking feelings
Even sex
Don't do shit no more
It's hard to feel a thing
When the bitch don't want to hold your hand no more
Best friend's my lighter
Only one who keeps me warm
I get burned as I go higher
I come down just for porn
I sit in silence
So please try not to kill the buzz
I'm talking to the wall
Cause he's all that I trust
I travel with a pack
The one that's in my pocket
Smoke it in a day
I'm coughing, can't keep coughing
I need to stop

Fuck this feeling's strong
I've got no one to call
The TV won't turn off
All these sounds
Playing with my thoughts

Fuck these voices in my mind
Fuck another whore if I have the time
These moving pictures grasp my eyes and force my sight until I'm
Blind
I don't know why
Maybe I'm missing something

I live a life
With a pocket full of sin
I don't fuck with feds
I never let them in
Burn the textbook
Let the fire fill the room
I move in silence

The window's shattered
I didn't break
The TV screen
Is blinding
My eardrums
Are pounding

I bought a bottle
And I turned it to a third
Even as a teacher
I still don't fucking learn
I make mistakes and I run from my past
Until it catches up with me
Imma walk across the glass

My polo shirt is getting sweaty by the minute
I keep it tight
I can't unbutton this shit
I see dad's belt
It's coming from the screen
The one I grew up with

My morbid thoughts are peaking
Their amped up by the screen
I'm abused by obsession
My final thought
Is green
I'm good to go

I got a fuck ton of physical issues
My mindset is blurry
And my feelings are minuscule
Gotta survive through the day
Gotta get out of my own way

I drive with a glock
Not for protection
But incase I feel like my life needs to come to a stop
I'm not afraid to get shot
I got a dream to make lots

I got a morbid obsession of fucking with women
And popping two pills while dick begins finshin
I need a break
I need a break
I need a fucking break bitch

I got a main bitch
I got a side bitch
I gotta slow this train down
And bring it back to the basics
This shit's never painless

I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to stop

I'm feeling weight
It's pressed on my chest
Depression, anxiety, addiction, abuse and stress
I crashed my corolla that shit should've taken me
Wonder how life will be taken from me

Heart rate is pounding
Could call it a drum
Giving me whiplash, at least I feel some
Thing in the middle between my own self
Not feeling great
Couldn't you tell?

A bottle of coors a blunt in my hand
and a feeling of dread as makes its way in
Surrounding myself with afflicted intentions
I just need some attention

I have dreams I don't mention
And obsessions I never question
And i'm pretty sure my soul's left down in the basement
I can't face it
I can't say shit
My regrets made me trip
And these cuts on my wrist
I've been told it's a sin

I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to stop

I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to stop

I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to shut it off
I need to stop