Cooking Yourself Alive
Marinating in sadness is nothing new to you
You need lubrication to get unstuck from the glue
The alcohol uses your veins as a rollercoaster ride
And you sadness remains empty because it was never full
Alcohol alleviates the pain but it’s only a game
You come crashing down soon after like rain
The ride never seems to end
You just start all over as if stuck in quicksand
Therefore what’s left to do besides marinate in sadness
You’re paralyzed on the couch
Your bedroom on your mind
You stare out the window slow as time
The world is moving forward and you’re stuck
If only you can ride that rainbow like Daffy Duck
You rely on drugs for hope and inspiration
But you come crashing down quickly
Your sadness was always out of luck
People want to get to know you
But you lost interest in them before they even met you
You give them a chance
However you’re already bored
They don’t think outside the box
They’re too manipulated by what they’re told
Seeking self-comfort seems like the only option at times
Peace of mind and solitude eases the painful obstacles of the mind
Can you relate to what I am saying or is this just a facade?
Think about it again because by tomorrow you probably forgot
Marinating in Sadness: What Tomorrow Brings
Marinating in sadness into the evening
Tomorrow might be different
Striving away from sinking
This evening your mind falls deeper into quicksand
You’re buried alive and lose touch with reality
Sleep has overtaken you
Now it’s tomorrow and find yourself alive
How can this be?
I thought I died
So you didn’t die because tomorrow opened your eyes
And you sadness is gone
That’s right
The quicksand was a portal for your mind
You’re feeling better
Sadness has been left behind
Are you ready for what tomorrow brings?
Are you Ready? (This is Defeating Stigma Mindfully)
DSM (Defeating Stigma Mindfully) 