If one day these pills kill me, just remember,
Atleast I was happy when I died ~
Prescription drugs, I fell in love
My little secret, she gon’ kill a thug
My body numb, she like to give me hugs
I love her touch, I get a rush
When she don’t come around, I start to go nuts
My heart erupts, I’m curled in pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain’t selling drugs, then I don’t hear a thing~
As I lay here in bed high as a kite on these percocets, I think about life and death, I wonder to myself “do I fall asleep and never wake up, or fall asleep and wake up” the saddest part about these thoughts is that no matter what scenario happens I won’t really care. I don’t see a point in living, but If I survive the night than so be it I live another day, and if I die than whatever, we all die someday.
Yes I am fucking aware that I’m slowly killing myself by going off on pill binges for weeks at a time, but you know what I really don’t fucking care anymore. I’m sick and tired of people trying to tell me what to do, No I’m not gonna go to fucking rehab or detox because you guys are scared I’m going to fucking die, how about you open your fucking eyes and realize I’m not fucking afraid of dying, the thought of it doesn’t bother me one bit.
If ya wanna stab me in the back our straight out shoot me, all I ask is could you make sure it kills me. Cause I’m done with this life,