This is my life...
Alcohol.
Drugs.
Depression.
Suicidal Thoughts.
Pain.
Anger.

EMPTY

Where'd the happy family from the pictures go?

A Fake Smile Hurts A Lot

Sometimes we take chances...
Sometimes we take pills...

Not mine but I liked it.

Death is just too perfect.

Feeling dead,
But still alive.

Maybe the angel of death is real.
I am calling for him,
And I know he's coming for me.

I lie to myself,
Because it's for the best.

We bid farewell,
But you don't know,
This could be our last goodbye.

I see my broken reflection
Shattered dreams and silent screams.
I know the truth, I've given up.
I'm making the choice of life or death.

from my poem Fate