Living ironically

Burnt out

((Author's note: Not suicidal just dark minded))

I could get stumbling drunk and I'd still remember myself clearly in hues of the pain you gave me.
An unwanted gift I cannot return.
A dull ache, a mild burn.

Take all of this mess with you.
I will help you pack your baggage.
I was always searching for some recognition of love.
I don't want anything to remind me of you when I push the toaster into the bathtub.