I see the orange canisters

And the wine next to it

The tablets fill my hand

I've wanted to not see tomorrow forever

You're so amazing

You've lost interest

FUCK the Plan

Up, in, Drink.

Oh do I hate the taste

There's more

Hell If I wake up I'll take more

The soaring pain of isolation

I've wanted to not see tomorrow forever

Or at least ever since you lost interest in me

There's so much physical and emotional pain

I've got to go lay down

Maybe I'll be down for good