Stuck in a lightless room
Darkness forcing its way down my throat
I'm choking on my despair
Lulling me
Into a hazy
Dreary
Daze.

My life is a silent movie
Shades of grey the closest thing to light I see
I exist on black and white film
No one wants to watch me when there's Hi-Def million color digital croppies.

So I find the demons who live in the silver gloom
The shadows that know what I'm going through
I fall for Mr. Old Spice and stale cigarette smoke
He medicates me nicotine, opiates, and THC
I'm the closest I'll ever be to happy.

I swim in lies and fake apologies
Say goodbye to friends who only wanted me sober and healthy
They don't understand how good a razor feels across their wrist
Or the satisfaction you get after puking
So yes, I'm a mess but there's no point in changing.

Inside, I want to throw myself against the screen
I'm sobbing through fits of rage
Let me out of this body
Somebody help me
I can't breathe
My ear piercing screams knocking me off my feet
But all you hear is

Silence.