grief

this is your nighttime;
but my bad behavior.
your addiction;
but my willingness.

i use your weakness to avoid my own,
and i squander the sadness for myself.

delightful ignorance. a painful forgetting. a numbness that eats.

free-flowing thoughts. about nothing at all. except for the despondency in everything.

i break me down. for easy consumption. disgusted with what i produce.
i hate my own bullshit,
despise my own character,
and swallow my own lows.

wallow
wallow
in my own depression
it will all be over
soon

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