Hard

by Joni   Mar 4, 2004


I sit here with a bottle of pills.
Each one represents the pain I have.
I sit here with a bottle of vodka.
Ever shot closer to my end.
I take a drink with the devil as he feeds me the pills.
My life is over.
Go on.
Live as I die
Bathe in my hate.
Drown in my sorrows
Slit ur wrists as I smile.
Its over I'm done I'm gone

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