My bottles empty, along with my heart
too many pills gone straight down my throat
maybe they would take away this pain
or my life gone right down the drain
I'm sleepy now, too much to handle
I'm hoping that death will be fragile
i need some more of these pills
Ive become addicted, where is my will
popping as much as i can possibly take
but now its empty, i need more for my sake
what has become of the once happy girl
caring and helping those, not wanting more
and now I'm crying, i need my dependent
I'm sad inside and bruised forever
i find one more, hoping it would heal
making this a life that i can deal
swallowing, feeling it slide right down
and my ending comes, sooner than now
I'm layed out with a shattered soul
with empty bottles surrounding me full
so those pills i find, did really work
to kill my pain, along with life, i wont remorse
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