Line for time

Sitting staring at this blank wall the clock ticking away the days,
trying to put my life together but nothing seems to be going my way, one drink for my pain,
another line to stop the gain,
scared to look in the mirror in fear of my own reflection,
quit taking my medication,
because I was missing the voices in my head,
whispering that I'd be better off dead, another hour another day,
I grab my self prescribed escape, filling me with the false beauty in my cascade,
the drip is nothing compared to my thrill,
as I sink again just pop another pill, the past always repeats,
I'm just waiting to press delete, because fuck this fate!