Submissions by YoungShy

I would give anything to go back in time, to do you right, to hold on to us with all my might.
I should have fought for us, but I went and broke your trust.
Now I just live day-by-day, taking drugs to mask the pain, losing myself in every way.
Without you my soul's mal-nourished.
I'm a stranger to myself, a nameless tourist.
While without me you've seemed to flourished.
Alone and disheartened, I lack such courage.
You've always been strong and relied on yourself.
I've always been weak and needed your help.
You loved me despite my lack of...

I can't eat but I can drink
I can cry but I can't think
I want to die, but my luck stinks
I once tried, but I hit a kink
Now I can't, I've gone too deep
Too much commitment, so I weep
And long for when I reach eternal sleep
Until then I'll be a mindless sheep
Producing my wool for others to keep
Judged by my surface, although I'm deep
Life is hard, but drugs are cheap
If you're acquainted with the right creep

Have you every wanted to put a gun in your mouth
Because perverted stragers stare down your blouse
And the very moment you bring up your spouse
The tone of conversation quickly heads south
You become a slut and are not only shunned
But publicly berated as eyes glare at you stunned
And if you dare take a drink to feel numbed
Whispers surround like ten sniper guns
First you're a slut, now an alcoholic
A woman cannot be alone just to frolic
And if you go home and try being honest
You're treated like a baby without its bonnet
You must cover up...

If I'm not what you want then you're not what I need,  you're just another jackass posing as a steed, now go back to where you planted your seed and never think twice about the one you made bleed

I'm mourning the death of my mental health
Because I've died inside and lost myself
Words used to flow from me, now it's just piss
I drink to distract myself from all that I miss
Drown pain in IPA's, cloud thoughts with bong hits
Yet still cry myself to sleep at night like a bitch
I'm gone, been gone, but don't bother searching
You'll only find remnants of a soul that's been hurting
The rest has dissolved, deteriorated by the cold
I'd rather be gone than rotting, covered in mold
So raise your glass to me, just another broken person
And bid...