With all this **** life’s shoved down my throat
How am I supposed to cope?
With all the pills they’ve shoved down my throat?
Maybe it will go away if I smoke
Then you think maybe dying is easier than coping with the pain of reality
It hurts so much I threw away my emotion
I’m so ugly I don’t even want to see my own reflection
I use photo shop more than my camera
The recurring feeling of nothingness is enough that make my body go numb
Life beat me till I couldn't get up anymore