Myself

Sometimes I see this reflection
I don't know where it has come from
Who is that fucked up mess I see
Staring into dead blank eyes

My life used to be so easy
Good grades, good times, sleep
I made a few bad decisions
Forever altering my course

Alcohol, drugs, depression
Bad grades, drugs and friends
Sleep consuming lifelines
Darkness my only friend

Cocaine numbing any feelings
Friends a darker sort
The rush of risk is deep
Takes over every brain cell

I cut to feel anything
To escape from the emptiness
Make me want something new
But nothing can help me

I ask myself why I am
Who I have become inside
Where is the old me
No one answers cause no one is there