a letter from the grave

I knew a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth,
She held the whole world in her hands,
Thought she had life all figured out.
At night she could see the lights from the other side of town
Curious how the other half lived,
She started hanging out with the wrong crowd.

Now drinking and drugging are her new dance,
Seduced by the night life she never had a chance.
It's writen in stone,
A cold hard fact.
When you roll the dice,
You cant take it back,
And sometimes curiosity kills the cat.

Now she works the streets most every night,
Selling her body to feed the monkey that keeps her habit alive.
She dosen't care to sleep,
She has other things on her mind.
She's dancing with the devil,
Living on borrowed time.

She tried to play it off like everything was fine,
The last time i saw her she gave me an envolope with a letter inside.
It said, i'm writing this so you can bare witness to my demise.
I don't want to leave, but i'm tired of my life.
I hope you can get some answers icouldn't find,
Take this letter to someone and have it psycho analyzed.
It continued, you see something heavy was weighing on my mind,
When i realized i wasn't satisfied with my life.
I had a choice to make,
Try again tomorrow, or just commit suicide.

You see my depression was holding me against my will,
I was having unstable thoughts that had intent to kill.
So  i took the easy way out by drinking a bottle of whiskey and taking a bunch of pills,
With no way to cope, it's the only way to deal with the empty space i've been trying to fill.

So hear my riddle if you can,
If you been there i know you'll understand.
A fist full  of pills,
A fist full of pain,
What goes up,
Must come down again.
A fist full of pills,
A fist full of pain,
A fist full of accountablility,
So i can find myself again.
A short riddle,
That shows a trend.
Like a revolving door,
That never seems to end.

Life is a lot like roses and whiskey,
Sometimes it's bitter,
And othertimes it's ohh so sweet.
I hope you'll foregive me for giving up when i was weak,
But i just couldn't take any more suffering.
I left you some roses and whiskey for my final resting place,
The whiskey will help erase the memories,
And the roses are for my grave