My Last Pain

Another spill down the drain,
one more pill to drown my pain.
Is it a cover up or a disguise
I don't think I'll ever stop and realize.

More hurt and dissatisfying tears.
One more bad picture, then I face my fears.
I'll always be scared deep down inside
But yet I still continue to deny.

I feel there is no one to turn to in my time of need.
So I light up a big one, and smoke some weed.
To me, my life is just one big joke.
A life of heroine, alcohol, not to mention coke.

These are substitutes to make me fly.
I feel I have nothing to worry about when I am high.
Some of the drugs hit so fast
Then I say to myself, "this will be the last".

But more pain and anger builds up in my heart.
I know what I need to numb my parts.
Suddenly I feel that high again.
I don't care who I hurt or the sin within.

I start thinking I just want to die.
There is no one who cares or questions why?
I decide to take that last shot once more.
Then I am gone, there is nothing to live for.