Substance Abuse

i see you sitting there inhaling your lungs darken with every breath you're taking your mind walks in the shadows to hide the things you've been hating and as your heart's barely beating it's stressfully breaking maybe you could use somebody to talk to i know just how you feel because i'm in the same place when everything that's real seems to rip your life away it leaves you behind in this state of mind so you know i could use a light too because my fuse inside seems to have blew for i have already taken a hit of that but i'm not talking about the cigarette that's stuffed between your fingers so i don't need a match 'cause i need nothing to light the substance for its' essence has already sunk deep inside me and it's called depression it makes me feel like my mind is strapped inside a straight jacket and i'm wearing it like it's the latest fashion i can't break loose from these thoughts and the truth i wish it was just imagined because the past few weeks i've established a couple bad habits just enough so i can barely sleep sometimes i pull the covers up over my eyelids so i can see darkness hoping there's still a little flame burning in my heart but it's never there and when i finally find the time to take a little rest it's right here next to me suckin' out each one of my breaths thinking that i've been defeated just 'cause i'm lying here in the fetal position sleeping but all this substance abuse hasn't killed me yet it's hurting even though my heart's much stronger than these thoughts in the dark i'm hoping this confession will steer me away from the substance depression