hello, hi, my name is Mr. addict with an addiction to almost any substance submission
if it changes my thoughts from their original condition
depressive ideas fill my minds landscape
when sober, just don't got the energy to have take
consideration for more in its placement
adjacent to hating the fact i am how I am, I can't seem to grip a positive thought longer than the time is takes to change it into a negative
or just one of no interest what so ever
I believe im good peeps
but not good enough to get better
I choose the stupidest choices to choose I know that if I do im going to loose
at life, twice think it over
can I drink unsober
im closer to a looser and a piece of shit than p been
well maybe not there was that time I placed me in front of him
and got what I deserved a day later
maybe favors don't count toward karmic points
started to joint alarm my concepts, you know, connecting them together like that had a deadline to meet
to self motivate for the hopes of making money when complete
knowing well in mind that the thoughts that I find are attributed to the likes of my kind
and my kind is a rare self destructive, highly productive breed
indeed, there ain't nobody like me
not to claim any type of fame for my uniqueness
but Jesus
please assist
me outta my character flaws for just this week just
completely extract me from me
and take the wheel as I've seen on t.v.
no more decisions for me
rewire my living with the conditions you be
in essence
im starting to feel the weight of my presence
and I can't revitalize from any refreshments
the pressure is thick
I can smell the absence of me in every situation that exists
better to be free from the effects caused by choices that I make
although none of them negatively effect anyone but myself in take
why do I have such poor judgement on my choices followed
why can't I follow through with the right choices when situations present them
looking at an incident as I let opportunity pass
nothing new to me, vast intellect don't compensae for individual lack
feel like a pitiful act
wondering how others must see me
how my past self when my head was right would see what I've become
dumb to the importance of self worth, self maintainability and dealt work
in order to gain, a pain in the neck to those i do give respect
I don't expect a hand out but dam how I could use one
just to blow off again like every other one
how do I change my ways, change the routine I've placed, I face a serious accont of my accountability
now for real it be teeter tottering my well being
God, Jesus, I don't ask for much fir me, but I trust this one eternally
I believe, I'd believe if belief actuated relief as when stated between seemingly coordinated themes to achieve such
I think i think too much
