I would clean his house
Do his dishes
Because the mess
Meant we didn’t care
He wouldn’t do it
And I disliked conflict so much
I wouldn’t want to fight
And start thinking
Would rather
Turn off my brain
And live in a fake
Peaceful reality
Where I didn’t even know
I had true feelings
And thought my chest filling with acid
Was a normal feeling to have
About the future
The distractions of
Alcohol and vacations
Were enough to live for
Until I woke up