what makes me still here

not wasting away

in some hotel room

snorting line after line

drinking cheap wine

hoping for the wrong things

numbing myself over and over

so not to feel the sting

i remeber where i was on this train

just a few months ago

pockets pretty empty

homelss

no where to turn

the predators came out

i was so depressed

everything was just a fucking mess

Everything that was blocked was comming out

all the horrible shit I repressed

I coudnt see hope

Only the person I was circling down a funnel

where was that light at the end of the tunnel?