Sitting here watching the world pass by me... Everything I've had is gone. What have I done? To fill the emptiness inside, I let the liquor take me away to a place where I like to be. I am unhappy yet I'm still alive. Someone told me one day if I don't appreciate the life I have, then I should not live. No, no I don't. Yet, no one has taken that trigger to me and tell me that everything will be alright in the end. Pain filled inside, I drink and smoke this pain away to the point where I am numb. Nowhere to go, I stay in this solem place I call home. 8 1/2 months and I'm losing the one I love. Lost and losing more. I am dead inside. I have nothing left to give. Yet I still give even when I have nothing. I don't want to live, yet I don't feel like dying. My job is partially keeping me balanced. I just work to waste my money on things that are killing me inside. My body doesn't like it, nor does my brother. Looking around me... I'd give this all to you because I don't deserve what I have... I love you, please just take me away...