My Life

Downing shots
Smoking pot
Doing lines
Popping pills
anything to give me thrills

cutting wrist
Screaming in pain
Watching blood pour out of my veins

Med after Med
Wishing to be dead
Hateing life
Not aloud to own a knife

Parents think i'm crazy
Who knows
Maybe?

People say its for attention
But I don't really care
Say what you want now
Cause one day I won't be there