#blakebry

nah caught em swaggin’ hard as shit n pullin’ the rice out

base your day upon a note 

found crumpled in the back pocket

of those awful jeans

I should burn that picture of you

the one resting in my wallet

but there will come a time when I need it

a drunken stupor

a sleepless night

oh, how comfortable is misery

how easy is it not to fight

weak, weak human beings

standing up for what they believe in

when they truly believe in nothing

has she been a mirage these past two years

am I grabbing and clawing at something nonexistent 

“don’t let this win over you”

I’ve failed twice before

that night I lacked the ability no man should lack

my masculinity lay broken 

in that disappointed look upon her face

it was those fucking pills

numbing both mind and body

just one more and I’ll sleep

this time is different, I know it

dollar bills from foreign countries

rolled up and sniffed through

there is no point to all of it

happiness isn’t something you attain

it is something you accept

this day will be wasted like every other