fuck

till I collapse, ill fill these note pads with notes of each narcotic relapse

sit in my room brains melting wall staring as time begins to collapse

I said id get clean but I'm in too deep just to relax

swallow 2 more Xanax and begin to nod back

4 more tramadol maybe this time ill overdose and end it all

I feel no love just voids of hate 

maybe this is meant to be my fate

either way ill kill the rest of my brain with this codeine drink

3 hrs later I'm puking again this time it's in the sink

I hate life but I'm stuck with this bitch like she's my wife

pharmaceutical soup is the best recipe to forget the worst parts of me