Drinking

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Most times I be like "f*ck this sh*t" because Depression be getting the best of me. Instead of moping around, I'd rather be lit, so I grab the vodka and Hennessy. Don't preach to me about how drinking is wrong if yoain't gotta swallow my pain. Don't preach to me about how I need to be strong, if yoain't dealing with strain. Y'all goody-two-shoes always be talking down, when y'all don't even know the half. It's easy for you to cast judgment and stones, when you ain't gotta walk down my path. I feel like my world is full of heartache and pain and drinking helps me smile and laugh, I feel like a bunch of hailstorms and rain, and drinking helps to calm my wrath... So shut up and pour me a drink. Mix that shyt up; make it purple or pink. Make it stupid strong so I don't gotta think. I want a buzz so high I could never sink. Until tomorrow... That's when all that buzz is gone and I'm confronted with sorrow. And I'm right back to where I was feeling empty and hollow, So I try to fill myself up with bottles to swallow... And fake happiness is all that it's bringing me. No matter how big the buzz or bottle is, I still feel like it's somehow shrinking me. No matter how much I try to drown out my thoughts with liquor, I still feel like somehow it's out-thinking me. That's when I realized that with every sip that I took, I wasn't drinking.... the bottle was ...drinking me.