Drinking

Just growing up a lot of crap
Ask for one thing how hard is that
Just gotta touch another drink
Just stop act and please think
Ship has got hit sunk
It’s your kid or get drunk
Are they worth it or you gonna get crunk
Messed up who woulda thunk
Used too be young and a hunk
Never ever thought booze would catch up
Woozy droozy screw the kids that’s sup
Do one thing that’s all but you take another gulp
Substitute the shit with pulp
Not that strong got it on your mind
Family life is not find
Black it out from the brain
Forget the pleads and let tears rain
Each drink causes more pain
Realize it’s a disease and get better
But with every insult you take it in vain
Now all the ones who cares give up
They lose their cool and go insane
How the fuck can you ignore so much when it’s a one lane

Thinking

Bottled up inside are feelings & thoughts that I would never wish to be unleashed, feelings that would make anyone quiver. Thoughts that a person on death row may not even feel suitable. Never before have I felt this low, this depressed, this down & out, this worthless… never before have I thought this long, thought this deeply, thought this was it, I finally thought I’ve gotten myself into something that I can't get out of. Since thinking is all that I’ve done, is that where I went wrong? Maybe thinking so hard isn’t the best solution.

Where did I go so wrong, where did I stumble upon this path that has no end, a road full of depression, heartaches, sin, hate, and the weird thoughts that I contemplate. A path that brings nothing, but sorrow...a path that makes me want to end my soul just to escape from this construction zone that my life has endured. Well that sounds good...I wish i could bring myself to an end  - but right before I can, I get to thinking some more.