Years Ago

And I should have killed myself long ago,
Lose myself inside a bottle and drown
Myself in the blood from a blade
Pulled across a line of cocaine
Poured inside a heroin vein that collapsed
Like me, like my porcelain hope.. 
Telling myself I'm okay, I'll be strong...
But no one cares, at the end I'm alone
Carving cause words in my soul..
And I'm always balancing on a tight rope
Fighting to maintain little hope
To push me forward, alone...
To end up under an harked gravestone.
And I should have killed myself years ago.