Depression

A drink in my left hand, Joint in my right.

What a wonderful way to spend this winter night.

A warm toasty feeling that seems to occur.

That takes the place of the pain I usually edure.

People try and get it, but they just don’t understand.

They just except me to listen to them on command.

Well I'm not, I’m done with all of this shit.

Good-bye to you all I’ve had it, that’s it.