Troublesome

Quick are your guns as quick are your triggers, while this blood runs down my face let me paint you a picture. 
Your words were used to judge and to belittle my life, so drugs here takes over all my anguish and strife.  Veins will be torn injections I’ll feel smooth going in and compromised by options that heal. 
This ride is as smooth as trains run on their tracks chained by its wickedness let’s hope I come back. Manipulation was a part that put me on your leash, but people are what cause my reality my beast. 
Alone I will lay and alone I will wake beyond not quick to move I’ll just see how much I can take. 
My body becomes numb and my heart becomes faint if it weren’t for your words then abuse couldn’t restrain. 
Yet what you expect don’t expect what’s to come I’ll come out of this state and you’ll be left to run. Overcome this bearing obstacle on society’s defeat and I’ll be much stronger in the end you wait and you’ll see!