Slow Burn

What a tragedy
If I killed myself cuz I’m not happy
Would he cry?
When he doesn’t care I’m alive

This isn’t living
It’s just surviving
A slow burn
On a once bright heart dying

Crying in my room again
2 shots of whiskey and 1 to the head
X my O’s like tic tac toe
A young bright mind now a black hole

This isn’t living
It’s just surviving
A slow burn
On a once bright heart dying

Need a dose of sertraline
To keep me from making a scene
I need the orange bottle by my side
They’re the drug that keeps me alive

This isn’t living
It’s just surviving
A slow burn
On a once bright heart dying