Self medicating to burn all the thoughts
Drown all the voices
I can't think when I'm high
Which saves me the hassle of being
Belittled by my own stupidity
Disheartened by the significance of my existence
Screaming for something to take me away
My screaming is a whisper
Heard by some but not remembered
Not resolving my endless frustration
Of what it means to be alive
Were all dying
And when we've ceased time won't be so important
Or these thoughts
But it would be a little easier if they just
Shut up
