Im two pills away from another O.D
Yes its not my first and i promise it wont be my last
Like picking up the broken glass after a fight with dad
Like him its easy for me to get mad

So I self medicate till I slip away and drift away
And hopefully the voices in my head will go away

Iv finally comes to terms that ill never be more than what I look in the mirror and see
I see nothing, not even me

So the parents start yelling
And the grades start falling
And the friends stop calling
Then the depression starts setting in

And that's when the razor becomes my friend again