The ciggerate burns all the way down to my fingers,
As I inhale the smoke, my anxiety still lingers.
Thoughts twirl around in my mind,
Some things I just can leave behind.
I look in the mirror at this body of disgust,
I hide my pain with drugs, alcohol, and lust.
So withdrawn my eyes are lacking life and looking down,
How will I ever turn this fucked up shit around.
Do you ever really come back from the dead,
Or does this sickness continue to spread?
So overwhelmed I'm frozen still,
So cold there’s nothing left to feel.
So alone in this euphoric state,
Tell me please what is my fate.