I know it won’t last
It’s all that I got
I trade my liver
For the lack of a thought
There’s no cohesion
Or story to tell
Just a bitter person
Going through hell
The empty bottles
In my room
Are a weighted reminder
That I can’t cope
The liquor I drink 
To blur the thoughts
And distract enough
To think there’s hope
I know it won’t last
It’s all that I got
I trade my liver 
For the lack of a thought
People can’t stand me
And that’s the truth
But they’ll never hate me
As much as I do

a bitter and ugly excuse for a person

I can't read you but if you want, the pleasures all mine

I hope you all fair well on your voyage through life and take your moments to appreciate the beauty, take it slow and remember someday you too will have to die

a bitter and ugly excuse for a person

dweeb