My Release...

I walk into my room
slam the door shut
kick my dresser
and then fall onto the floor.

There's a lot of secrets I keep
inside these four white walls;
like the bottle of Jack under my bed
and the plastic baggy in my pocket.

I spin off the top
and drink it down
I unzip the baggy
and sniff it up.

When I've reached numbness
I pull out my shaving razors
pop the blades out
and get ready for a season in hell.

I'm a masochist
I'm a failure
I'm a druggie
I'm a kid who needs a release.

My lifestyle is a dangerous one
it could be changed around
so I stick my thumb out in hopes for a ride
yet no cars seem to stop...