Several empty bottles lay by my side
Because I want nothing more than to die.
Sometimes I can't decipher wrong and right
Leaving me with an ongoing mental fight.
More times than not I do not know who I am
Probably because I just don't give a damn.
Almost sixteen years and nothing to show
But mistakes replayed blow for blow.
Just another lost teenager caught in the wrong hands
Confidence shattered now confusion stands.
What am I doing? What am I thinking?
I once was blessed, and now I'm only sinking.
