Goes

 The sun isn't making

Me want to go to bed. 

Sitting up to believe 

I'm in control of my life.

Listening to the same songs 

A 100 times. 

Dogs giving hints it's bed time. 

But the coke still 

Is pulsing in my head now. 

It drips and I ignore it. 

Just wishing I wasn't alone 

And feeling shit. 

The meds stopped working 

A long time ago. 

My head over thought 

To many times you know. 

Nothing to stop feeding low  

Shouting into the void 

Just shows 

When nothing calls back

How low 

AND shit life goes