Tell my mother that I died like a rockstar

”all of my heroes are rotting in their fucking graves

Am I even here?

These drugs that I take

They create a false sense of hope

A fake Reality

In which I don’t feel like me

Maybe that’s why I crave

The thing that destroys me most

Weather it be

The pill that I swallow

To keep me awake

Or the bottle that creates

A confidence that wasn’t there

Or maybe the line

That goes up my nose

Followed by another

Cause it makes me feel

Like a rockstar

I’m always the same

Faded as fuck

I’m so drugged up

I’m fucked up but the

Come down sucks

So I keep getting higher and I’ll never come down

At least not until I’m 6 feet deep

And even then I wouldn’t think of sobering up

Because to be honest

Being sober

Fucking sucks”