Sitting in an empty room
Dark and alone
On a bed that feels like a tomb
In a room that smells of cheap perfume
Just one more, I keep telling myself
As I swallow another pill
As I put them back on the shelf
Taking enough to kill
These thoughts in my head
Trying to escape this hell that holds me
Wishing I was dead
How peaceful it would be
Still, I feel
There\'s nothing left for me here
These scars will never heal
If I let go, there will be nothing left to fear