Pill after pill.

Drink after drink.

The aching still remains.

The hope that one day I'll be free.

Another drink.

Another pill.

Numbness starts to take over.

At least there's no more pain.

I look to the Heavens

Hoping that God will forgive me...

That he'll still love me.

Black spots start to fade

In and out.

I just want to be loved...

To love myself.

Blacknes.

I feel so empty.