Mental Self Harm

 

What happens when that knife goes too deep?

Blood grapples with the tears at my feet.

Death pretends to be the antidote that I seek.

I see it's tricks but I don't care that its lying.

Don't know where I am, I gotta find me.

Who's that pussy in the mirror? Come and try me.

Don't you fucking dare ever try to analyze me.

Why can't you just go away, I'm sick of hiding.

It's tiring, trying to decide whether to abide or divide.

Guide me from suicide, outside I wanna reside in the light.

I'm too afraid to die but this pain of mine, keeps pushing on my mind.

Were my binds designed to define my life?

Fuck it I'd cut off my hands and tie them to a kite

Just so I could say that I touched the sky.

Ruthless when I self deprecate,

On me my thoughts like to defecate,

I'm stuck here just like yesterday,

So have a taste of my mental craze,

No I'm not okay,

Think of something else to say,

To convey in vain, that you're helping

You ain't doing shit,

And honestly neither is my Sertraline.

You're as useless as the meds I thought were my friends.

And more useless than the friends I thought were my meds.

Now they left, it's a theft on what got.

I'll never restart, but might as well cut my ties.

One more thing. I got a question for mankind.

What do you see when you look into my broken eyes?