"Hopelessyl Sick"
I got that craving sensation,
My body’s physical adaption
needs instant gratificating
So I push aside all patience,
It’s dominated by temptations.
I’m ready to step up and
fist fight this whole damn nation
Constantly cold from the inside out.
sweat dripping profusely
I could replinish a drout.
Getting low on my willpower,
to keep up with this fight.
eyes puffy, and hazy,
clouded vision always shaky.
Life itself, has this foul ass smell...
am I sitting here dying?
I can’t even tell.
Scents are sickening as my shot sits there thickening
The slightest breeze could shatter my fragile bones
It isn’t much better when there’s no place to call home.
years and years of
running straight every single day
and now my body is making me pay.
I cant go on. I’m dying inside...
who the fuck am I?
why did I have to choose this
shameful, despised, sickening life
