waiting to die

the memories fade the time passes by.
i sit in my room all alone taking hit after hit  pill after pill shot after shot.
the only thing i remember was sitting in the dark waiting to die.
the room gets blurry while time passes by.
my mother walks in then she starts to fade.
i wake up in the bathroom again just waiting to die
i wonder what happened to the good old times.
when i was happy not wanting to die