Hiding Away

Drinking became his only escape from
reality and so much more,
he would drink until he forgot where
he was and or who he was.

Everytime something bad happened or
he didn't agree with,
the bottle was in his hand and the alcohol
was rushing down his throat.

He hated the truth,
he hated being told what to do and how to live.

People judge him for his appearence because it doesn't
fit their standards or he is just different than
all them dumb mother fuckers.

People deny the truth of his existence because he's such
a fucking loser,
he has so many problems but wants to help others
with theirs all the time..when he can't even sustain
control over his own.

People treat him different so he takes anger,depression and
suicide into thought everyday of his life,
if it weren't for alcohol,
where the fuck would I be right now.

In a coffin with three pounds of dirt compressing against the
lid,
would he wake up in the coffin beginning to panic because
of lack of air and no possible chance of surviving.

Or would it be the greatest day of his life,
knowing that was the end,
and no one gave a shit where he was or even
noticed that he was gone.

But the truth was he never even existed to
those mother fuckers that think they're better than one
another,
everything is a competition.

Im not the one that's fucked up,
im just hiding away from all the fucking trash out there.