Death Approaching, ending life
Coming strong, please no strife
Things begin, when will it end
What problem, no one to tend
Think i need help, but you wont know
Drugs seep deep, can't say no
Underage, 2 years to go
Going deep, going to low
Thinks insane, but misunderstood
Trying help, I'm not good
Hitting this pipe, doing weed
Wanting out, who's to lead
Did pills, not my thing
Hitting these walls, hear "Bang-Bang"
Fist swell, things fell
Who's to notice? Who's to tell?
Writing poems, expressing feeling
Any way out, I'm willing
I just want you there, instead with him
Your my sister, I'm telling you out on a limb
But what does it matter, you'll never care
Just sitting here, death is near
