Me2

I feel my self slippin.
I feel like I'm trippin
Thinkin of going back and sippin on that bottle of Jack and snort a fat line of crack.
But to me that sounds wack cause
I made a vow that I'd never go back. but I'm beyond stressed out.
Once depression moves in he really never moves out.
I just wanna get drunk till I black out.
And hope to never come back out.
Thats messed up?
Ya, I already figured that out.
Like how I figured cutting only numbs the pain I wanna get out.
So how do I get it out?
I smoke and try to write It all out.
But to be honest I don't think theirs enough cannabis and papers to get everything I feel out.
I never once asked for a hand out.
I try my best to figure everything out
While people tell me to keep my head up and everything will pan out.
Only if they knew the hell I went through down this route.
I'm to the point I can't be fixed, im to messed up.
But no matter how many times I felt my heart shatter cause I lost people who mattered, i kept my head up staying strong not giving up.
I always preach to stay strong and never give up.
But in reality recently all I think about is giving up.
Time to fess up.
I'm tired of living life as a mess up.