Day after day, night after night,
The continuing urges one tries to fight.
Hope is long gone, loneliness sets, This is where it's the start of many regrets.
I will use, I will abuse, until I feel
all my problems have let loose.
The devil drug I choose to hidepain,
has quickly shown what type of man I've become.
When and if anyone would see me out and about,
I assure you, that it wasn't me without a doubt.
I have many demons that I struggle to hide,
As I try so hard to not let others see that side.
I've been homeless and broke, not a dime to my name. It's no problem for me to see, that I'm the only one to actually blame.
Excuses and stories I can steadily tell, so
many times I've been cuffed and thrown behind a cell. I don't mean to worry those who care, there is so much more broken, that one could even repair.
Been in love with many broken hearts, my first and only marriage had ended with us, very far apart.
Sadness continued to bury me as the years went by,
I've been happy and loved that feeling, But then I had asked myself, Why? I wanted help and thought I could do it, If only, If only I had known it was going to make me feel lost n lonely. Tried and Tried to overcome my insecurities that I had. Suddenly realizing, the loneliness and darkness had now reached my dad. Wise one thought I will continue to use, I'll end this story by saying, I have now passed on because of my drug abuse.