kleinerkiffer
Bluelight Crew
I don’t want to live anymore
But I don’t want to die either
There are a few who would grief
But even one broken heart is too much
So I kill myself slowly
With everything I can get my hands on
Every drag I take, I lose a minute of life
Every line I sniff, I lose an hour
Every pill I take, I lose a day
With every bottle of vodka, I lose a week, some brain cells and my last bit of hope
With every hit, mushroom or microdot, I lose even more of my sanity
And with every syringe, I lose my self-respect
But I don’t care
This socially accepted suicide is all I want
Just feel nothing,
Be numb
With every drug I take
I steel happiness of tomorrow
Hoping that nobody notices
But karma kicks my ass every time
So I wake up covered in sweat
Shaking uncontrollably
Trying to scratch of my human body
With every other cigarette, hit and sip
I steal future happiness
Emptying my supply rapidly
Feeding the addiction
Feeding my depression
Feeding my desire to die
Repeating this never ending circle
Over and over again
The drug induced happiness decreases
While my dosage increases
But that’s all I want
That’s my life
Tips to improve my style of writing are appreciated
But I don’t want to die either
There are a few who would grief
But even one broken heart is too much
So I kill myself slowly
With everything I can get my hands on
Every drag I take, I lose a minute of life
Every line I sniff, I lose an hour
Every pill I take, I lose a day
With every bottle of vodka, I lose a week, some brain cells and my last bit of hope
With every hit, mushroom or microdot, I lose even more of my sanity
And with every syringe, I lose my self-respect
But I don’t care
This socially accepted suicide is all I want
Just feel nothing,
Be numb
With every drug I take
I steel happiness of tomorrow
Hoping that nobody notices
But karma kicks my ass every time
So I wake up covered in sweat
Shaking uncontrollably
Trying to scratch of my human body
With every other cigarette, hit and sip
I steal future happiness
Emptying my supply rapidly
Feeding the addiction
Feeding my depression
Feeding my desire to die
Repeating this never ending circle
Over and over again
The drug induced happiness decreases
While my dosage increases
But that’s all I want
That’s my life
Tips to improve my style of writing are appreciated
