Drugs don\'t do Fuck all,
I try and stand against the storm
I fall, I fall, I fall.
My body aching:
Limbs ripped and fucking torn.
I carve my flesh
With an old rusted knife
Is this a test?
Is this a fight?
What the fuck
Is this life?
I paint on a smile, and it
Washes away, my flamboyant
Act is all just a play.
Draped in gold and silver
And more
Dressed up as i walk through the door
So they never see,
The fears and tears.
The real dark, drugged up me.