I'm left without any distractions.
I don't have anything to take away my pain
Some people have vices... I don't.
I cut.
I have nothing else.
Please give me drugs.
The happiest time I have is when I get sick and knock myself out with cough medicine.
I'm not even sure if this is a poem or me on a rant.... My life sucks.
I don't even have food in the house.
Fml.
