sink full of regrets

Late nights, blue lights, sink full of regrets, Heart beat racin’ but I still feel dead, Everybody say “heal” but the pills hit faster, So I chase fake peace in a two-door disaster. Eyes wide open, still livin’ in a nightmare, Laugh in public, break down when the night there, Ash on the hoodie, scars I don’t advertise, Tryna outrun pain with a stimulant high. Yeah… Mama said I changed, I don’t answer like before, Friends slowly fade when you locked behind doors, Got music too loud just to silence my thoughts, Every mirror in the house make me hate what I saw. And the sun come up while I’m still not asleep, Jaw locked tight, shadows crawl when I blink, Tell myself “one more line, one more week,” But depression got claws and they cut too deep. I been numb so long I confuse it with peace, Fake energy buzz but the sadness don’t leave, Everybody want the vibe, nobody want grief, So I pour more poison just to finally breathe. YN rage with a hollow soul, Fast life but I’m movin’ slow, Text say “you good?” — I just say “fosho,” Whole time I’m sinkin’ where nobody goes. I know that road can get dark fast. If this freestyle hits close to home, talking to somebody you trust or a professional can help more than trying to carry it all alone.