Fake Concerns is What's the Matter, Man

I realized its been too long since I've written anything.
I've been at the hospital, trying to deal with problems after overdosing.
Finally I'm back, figuring out who to trust; who really cares.
I'm having a damn hard time figuring that shit out.
Its a battle with myself, its a battle with the words of ash, burning through their throats.

Knowing the person I am, it took me no time to get back into the swing of things....
Coming home smelling like a bar,
Spending more time asking whats going on than trying to figure it out,
Enjoying being more and more influenced than before;
Now I want to be fucked up off my ass all the time.
And I thought I was stronger than that.