/facepalm

I wish I didn't have to self-medicate

My conscience like I do my soul.

I wish my drugs could kill my thoughts with my pain

I wish you'd stop arcing around. Arc again

And race through the roof of my my mouth

Then pace through the floor.

Thinking of what could possibly come out,

Or giving like the fuck you gave before.

Please rot me from the inside;

You're a disease that I could never catch

Or contract like the killer you have proven to be.