to some this is a luxury problem *to me, quite literally

i hate this shit
clamor inside my head won't stop
fantasize about being dead
all these thoughts piling up suffocating me
man oh man that would be a luxury
when i can't play/say em right
stepping over so many piles a shit
not trying to play victim
i don't view depression as a significant problem
nobody wants to get outta the bed
desirable to sleep, well naturally
why is death such a bad thing
still appreciate aspects of life
rest from the daily duties, and of course existing in this world
some kinda sick joke, yours truly being planted in america
aside from my love for actual freedom
mentally liberated cos of this "prison" i know i've said this before
say "anti-depressants" actually worked...
let's pretend they're not lying
why be on a pill for the rest of your life
a person vs. a pansie
i know that's just me, a lotta people haven't done enough research on this stuff
they've convinced themselves they need this crap
those mfs are still on those pills
my solution is to self-medicate. always
raging alcoholic vs. phoneaholic
at least w/ alcohol the problem is obvious
i prefer me some obvious problems
if i could choose addictions...
i am recommending alcoholism over facebook/apple watch/iphone