silver spoon roses and whiskey

once i knew a girl,
born with a silver spoon
in her mouth.
she held the world in
her hands,
​thought she had life
all figured out...

at night she could see
the lights,
on the other side of
town.
curious how the other
half lives,
she started hanging
​out with the wrong
crowd...

now drinkin' and druggin'
are her new dance.
​seduced by the night life,
she never had a chance...
​it's written in stone,
a cold hard fact.
​once you roll the dice,
you can't take it back.
and sometimes curiosity
​will kill the cat...

​so she works the streets
from 6 to 9
​selling her body for cash,
feeding the monkey that
keeps her habit alive.

she never sleeps,
she has other things on
​her mind.
dancin' with the devil,
​livin' on borrowed time...

she told me everything
was alright,
but the last time i saw her,
she gave me an envelope
​with a letter inside.
when i read it,
i couldn't believe my eyes.

it said...
I'm writing this,
so you can bear witness to
my demise.
i don't want to leave,
but I'm tired of life.
i hope you can use this
​letter,
to get answers that i couldn't
find.
​take it to someone,
​have it psycho analyzed...

it continued....
​
something heavy was weighing
on my mind,
i decided i couldn't go on with
my life...

my depression is holding me
against my will,
I'm having unstable thoughts,
that have intent to kill...

​I'm taking the easy way out,
I'm gonna drink a bottle of
​whiskey,
and take a bunch of pills.
​with no way to cope,
its the only way to cure this
empty space I've been trying
​to  fill.

​so hear my riddle,
if you can.
if you've been there
before,
I'm sure you'll understand.

a fist full of pills,
a fist full of pain.
​what goes up,
must come down
​again...
a fist full of pills,
a fist full of pain.
​a fist full of accountability,
so i can find my self
again...

a short riddle,
it definitely shows a
trend.
​like a revolving door,
that never seems to
end,

​life is like roses and
whiskey.
​sometimes bitter,
other times oh so
sweet.
​i hope you can forgive
me,
for giving up when i was
weak,
i just couldn't take any more
suffering.

​i left you some roses and
whiskey,
for my final resting place.
the whiskey is for the memories,
​and the roses are for my grave...