it’s 11:42 at night 

i finished the vodka under my bed 

it burns of desperation and sorrow

as i take the last drink 

yet i need more 

i need something to numb the pain 

i dig around in drawer by my bed 

search for some pills 

god only knows what they are 

as i swallow them i get up 

i walk slowly over to my window 

open the currents and find 

nothing but myself staring back  

i look into my own eyes

just to find my own nightmare

i have became the person 

i never wanted to be