'Wasted Away' Poem by Jason Young

I'm drunkin wasted as hell,
Don't know where the hell I am but I'll go on by myself,

There's always a bottle on the shelf beside my bed,
All I keep hearing are the voices in my head,
Saying carry on cause I'm already dead,

Don't tell me I need praying, I don't understand what Jesus has been saying,
I pray for this and I pray for that and all I got where lies,
I wish for that and I wish for this and sometimes suicide,

There's a gun in my mouth and I don't blame the Devil,
All I keep hearing are the voices in my head saying I'm already dead