Handle with Care

Mon thru Wed

I fill my cup with Sarcosine,
And mix it with the Cytosine.
I take the taste of you away,
With a side of Amitriptyline.

I walk outside my door,
And head over to the store.
Cigarettes, and some regrets,
Take me to the shore.

Cup of coffee in my hand,
I watch the world,
I cannot stand.

I walk my way across the shore,
to wash away my thoughts once more.
Xanax Bars to hide the fact,
I wasn't made to smile, just. Like. That.

Svedka calls my name as I fill my glass again.
I roll a blunt to help me sleep -
I never wanted to be awake.

As I waste another day, in a very special way.
I'd like to think this life was good.
God, please take me someplace safe.