i remember waking up in the middle of the night asking my self why the misery and pain just wont go away in need so much of letting go but once the needle hit my skin i guess thats my way of giving in to the pressure in my life just to level out my head suprising to myself that im still in this life but still wishing i was dead on the real i cant believe i got this far and i aint letting up i wonder at times but here in this day and age n aint the type to percieve something i dont believe so i ask whats this mean am i really still alive is it really that fucked up or am i overthing in. my mind questions in my head so i ask my self once again is this really life ...