Sadness and cigarettes,
you erase your pain with razor blades.
People ask you why
but you never reply.

Drugs and different adictions
which are of self infliction.
Every dream turn to dust
and the blame is on the past.

You are running out of time.
You said: " I have nothing to call mine".
Empty bottles on the floor,
cops are knocking at the door.

Painful way you chose to walk.
The neighbours standing in the whole block.
They are talking ****
but they will never speak.

The life of despair will be forgotten,
just the same way they forgot you were broken.
Adictions took you away
but you've never been so happy till today...