I realise how lonely I am.
I know damn well,
that's why I keep going back to it.
It's strange, that even though I could kill myself everytime I get high, I'll continue to anyway.
The major bummer I suppose, is that if I met someone who would keep me company, it would be to late. I wouldn't stop drugs. Slow down maybe, but I can't stop.
I've already eaten myself alive.
- When I try to live without drugs,