Packets everyday

Packets everyday

Wishing my life away

The Drugs they keep me alive

With some help from a knife

My Blood stains the floor

The Drugs, I need more

And I wonder who I used to be

Before my pain became me

Did I used to have a name?

Or was I always the same?

Did I have a Family that would care?

Or friends that were always there?

Now I am made up of hurt

And a vomit and blood stained shirt

Every night there’s someone new in my bed

They don’t care that the sheets are stained red

But they get what they paid for

After all I am just a common whore

I need the money for drugs you see

So I’ll do anything they ask of me

I just can’t take anymore

I wish I could be who I was before

I beg for a time long past

I beg for my life to go fast

I wish I could be die

But heck it’s not like I don’t try

Begging for mercy and receiving none

With a bottle in my hand, over the cliff I run