Slurred Thoughts

I want your
love is just a
mask over the
pain in my
heart broken, I feel so
empty is the bottle of
pills are just
silencers so no one can
hear the sirens? hear the
tragedy is born by
choices we make for the
ends with a
drone on doctors, you
saviors are fake as
life is not the answer, the
solution to the
problem with living is
dying to be
loved not, I make my final
breath of whiskey and
hate the life I've chosen the
path to hell, I've
taken my life, I've
made my choice.