the storm

My mind is relapsing
My veins are collapsing
And all I seem to do is
Keep
heart attacking

I swallow the hollow pills
To fill
What Dr.Phil
Couldn't fill

With his Phillip's head screw drivers
I'm just a striver.

I'm deceased and infested
With hate and interjections
Only rejections
Contain my recollections

I'm too fucked up
To give a fuck
Ya outta luck
You whine about your relationships
As if you're fucking stuck

You're not stuck,
You're just stupid
Follow the rules cupid
You whine like a bitch
But instead you're just toothless

You rather blame others
Than blame yourself
How does it feel to have no self-help?

How does it feel
To just turn away?
I hope you rot in hell
I hope you burn today.