fuck

It's fucked up that I went from dressing dolls
to dressing wounds.
self-inflicted, now i'm addicted
it started with the gateway drug
the paper cuts
now it's the gashes
the system crashes
where do I go from here?
another downward spiral
I am my own rival
dreading survival
longing for revival
Someone fucking help.
please hear my screams
these new extremes
my tearing seams
fuck recurring themes
I'm dying and nobody cares
I just need protection
from the deadly infection
the lethal injection
the constant rejection
Will I ever find where I belong?
I am breaking
I'm tired of faking
I'm constantly shaking
fuck decision making
fuck mistaking
I can't do this on my own
I'm tired of losing
so bad at choosing
I am refusing
easily bruising
always excusing
it's not amusing
How do I put it to an end
this is raw emotion
a preconceived notion
drowning in the ocean
it's all in slow motion
no longer devotion
I'm out of control
I'm losing my grip
these busted lips
just one sip
the IV drip
360 flip
I wasn't equipped
fuck