prisonsex

Man, i fuckin wrote this and i don't know why, other than the fact that i struggle with a hardcore drug and alcohol addiction....

How can I know that's not what my life's about?
Drinking until I throw up every time I go out.
How can I know that's not the life for me?
Doing lines of speed and eating ecstasy.
Who am I to say my life shouldn't be a waste?
Going out and doing coke until I'm shit-faced.
Who are you to say that I've lived in the wrong?
Make sure you preach it better than the last guy that sang that song.
Where do I find compassion for all the things I've done?
My life seems to be a joke without a fucking pun.
Why have I found myself always down and worn out?
Living a sober life has come with some doubt.
Why am I always angry when I should live happily?
I never had these feelings once crack would set me free.
Who has the Power to get rid of all this fear?
The same being that let me tap my veins each and every year.

That's it man. I actually wanted to fucking get fucked up, so I went to Jack in the Box, ate a Spicy Chicken, and wrote this in the parking lot.

The amazing thing was that after I wrote this piece of negativity, I didn't feel like using anymore, and I enjoyed the rest of my night.

I'm Nick, and these are some of my fucking issues....