The Mirror

i sit here alone, with all my friends around me a smoking gun in my mouth killing me slowly inhailing the sweet nector i wonder why, am i here? is it to be a welcome mat for people to walk over is it to take up space in the world so filled with anger i look in the mirror and see nothing but a grey blur looking back so long ago there was a sweet girl there' but now i am gone alone who cared for nothing but family and friends now all i see is blackness eyes so black and deep past the pits of hell so deep, satan dare not tread there i have blocked myself in with this brick wall How will i find my way out? when will my smoking gun take its affect when will it do its job? who have i become i melt in to distant blackness one night no one to see the tears that flow. i walk my road alone and alone I will remain.