Roulette

I don't know who I am anymore, all I see is used and worn out skin.

No potential or worth will show, my beauty is held within. 

Stiff and still, innocence is a sin. I hate this old bed, remove me from my coffin. 

Mentally sick, coffee and cigarettes. Eyes wide open, another night sleepless. 

Cold hands and feet, buried in regret. Feeling incomplete, wish I could forget. 

Try to shake me from this a coma, without becoming upset. 

Gambling happiness away, give my life to roulette. 

Wish I could run, from this monster I’ve become.