Where and With Who

People underestimate the power of God. Yet they don't realize how fast they're gone. As I sit here and write this in the corner of hell. God never forgive me for the drugs I used to sell. But oh well, While you're still alive you don't realize how easy you have it. Nothing here is yours until you grab it. My death is replayed over and over, I still wish when I died I was sober. Never knew such a little drug would do so much to me. Satan showed me all my best memories. Slowly he took every single one away from me. There's no evidence or pictures of where I'm from. I guess hell is the place I really do belong.