This a warning for the ones who say they aren't afraid. Lately I've been coming from a darker place. I've been dealing with depression, I'm more dangerous than ever, I've been drinking again and never felt better. I swear to God that imma burn a bridge and piss on the flames, mix the acid with some whiskey and spit it out on they face, my new girl probably flip if you've got something to say, she reminds me of myself when I would drink everyday. I used to feel like how I felt was just a temporary phase, but now I feel like the feelings are fucking feeding off fame, and I don't plan to slow down or give it a second to breathe, I push the pedal past the breaking point I'm picking up speed In 2016 I swear I came apart at the seams I was scared of the dark and therefore afraid of my dreams but I rebuilt what came apart with iron alloyed and beams. Come fly a plane into my legs and I won't fall on my knees, haven't taken any pills to call me down for a month, I'm on the edge and I'm waiting for any reason to jump, Don't take it lightly I'm excited when they throwing a punch, I got a list of different strategies to bury these punks. Very rarely do I carry out a weight of a grudge, but I been barely ordinary since the prairies and drugs, my imaginary friends camouflaged with some guns, and I've been family military but my army is one. They been passive aggressive With how the deal with my message, they lack the passion and reckless nature of truthful expression, they ain't made of what I'm made from, They been bruised up and dented, they don't understand the underhanded ruthless obsession that I was born with, slammed like the door sticks, closet full of skeletons so heavy couldn't move them with a fork lift, your bitch probably fell in love cuz you forced it now she bump my records while you deep inside a porn bitch. I woke up with a buzzing in my head, I don't wanna leave the comfort of my bed, a dozen missed calls from a dozen of my friends and my day just started but it's coming to an end, already getting dark. Wake up with the stars, I don't even know how I got home after I left the bar, I did eight months sober, and I hate that it's over, But the weight on my shoulder started breaking my heart I started out with one or two, and then I moved to three or four, and then I realized that I was back where I had been before. Ativan gone missing from the bottle, tell my doctor they were stolen but I knew that they were swallowed. Everything I ever did was always done with open throttles, all the way or nothing, non commitment is a broken promise. And I know that that's a problem in itself, But your living or your dying or your crying out for help. Yeah It's been a week since I felt like me, I've been starving but I just can't eat, I'm exhausted but I can't find sleep, It's been harder than it's ever been, the darkness hasn't ever dimmed The light so bleak. I never understood what they meant when they said that they were just the shadows of men they had been before they were beat. Now I know that everything I heard was for real when I'm looking in the mirror at a shell of myself. I think that stress is a contributing factor, to being 28 and feeling older than dad does, the wrinkles on my face spreading faster and faster, if the good die young I hope I'm one of the bad ones. The days long, stay strong and try again tomorrow tho, Even if your running out of reasons to ignore the phone, even if your running out of gas go and borrow more Your demons knock the hardest when you finally chose to close the door. This not how my parents raised me, I hope they realize they didn't fail one or their babies. This is the result of a declining social climate that's original design was keeping people trapped inside it. Liquor and Violence, we suffer in silence, until we embrace one another and find our collective defiance, we'll topple the giants, I just try to smile through the crying, cuz I know that someone somewheres feeling way worse than I am and that's truth