Three ways to end the man of the name
Fill the empty jar full of beer and drugs. All the tripped hallucinogenic's these kids are on. Beer pong was all fun and games till someone fell to the floor. The music dies down as the person spilled on the floor drifts to the unknown place. The unknown state.
Numb. One would call it.
Floating.
Forgetting.
Pop a few Advil and your good. Get on the road and drive. Keep driving. Keep going. Stuck your head out the window. Keep driving.
Faster.
Faster. Faster.
We just want to feel something. But the more we fill into our red solo cups.
The less we feel.
The less we are.
We don't get what we want.
And we don't want what we get.
Because you could wake up the next day in the hospital and it be a week later and amnesia takes ahold of your mind.
And all of a sudden you feel trapped in a strangers body.
Thought most by all your really the body living in a strangers mind.
Take a look. You could wake up and it be the next day. But your at someone's house, can't find your keys, in last nights attire, and a massive headache.
And then do you tell yourself again
No more
No more
No more
-as you the next weekend go out again. And again. Again. Again.
And again.
It never stops.
And you tell yourself no more.
And you begin to then question your sanity as you keep pushing but shoving back the thought of depression. Fighting the idea that that might be the thing that makes you keep reaching for the next bottle.
Or next small orange bottle.
The next random body.
So at least then you might be a little closer to humanity or sanity. Being closer to someone's warmth when you feel cold and dead inside.
It's okay
Depression isn't everything.
But it will be everything if you don't answer to it. Because it'll keep ringing and nagging and knocking. It's everywhere till you open one door.
Answer one call.
Answer the voice of depression.
Then it's not everything.
And then you can finally put down the bottle.
You can't stop swallowing the blue or white tablets inside the orange bottle.
You can stop kissing these people who you are persevering as objects.
Then you can smile.
And take a drink of happiness.
The thirst you've been looking for.
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