I have drugs down my throat, and cuts on my wrists,
The is so dark, in the corner I sit.
All my friends are gone,
as I cry a black tear,
I soon start to wonder, why I am here.
Is it for the torture? or all the pain? I
can't find the answer, to keep my sane.
I'm lost forever, in my scary life,
It can't get any worse, since I play my life like 2 dice.
I walk into my kitchen, I see the silver knife,
The shiny blade stabs through me, And it ends my life.
