Texty: The Casket Lottery. Sick.

Don't waste my time telling me I'm fine.
These days, when I act like this,
makes it hard to tell whether or not I'm a mess.
You said
don't worry,
don't bother
the doctors.
Have you seen the decline of me
since I walked back through that door?
Maybe it's only obvious nights
I pass out drunk on the floor.
Maybe not.
But don't waste my time
telling me I'm alright.
These days when I act like this
ought to prove the fact that I...
I'm sick. I'm sick. I'm sick.
You said
don't worry,
don't bother
the doctors.
Have you seen the decline of me
since I walked back into this life?
Maybe it's only obvious when
I start in on you every night.
Maybe it's time to change the locks
and hide myself and untie myself from you.
Maybe it's better if I leave and tough it out.
Find a cure.
Pay my dues.