meth mimics mania

self mutilation

Self mutilization

is just deaths m**********n

Not the real thing

But for now it’s close enough

We all want to die

so we cry and we cut

Everyone tells us that

We will never be enough

And then we take it further

And they throw us in cuffs

How can you blame us

For wanting to be lost

We won’t go to far

Yes we know the cost

But just like s*x

We know suicide is a sin

So we just cut a little

Let the needle peirce the skin

reality

Do not fear the voices

make friends with them instead

They are only extensions of your mind

singing the truth in your head

fear not the thoughts that are not your own

Because darling i promise they are

you can be one with your demons

And you don’t have to try very hard

Don't put faith in doctors

your mind doesn't need to heal

They will find you a prescribed quiet

But in turn , you will lose your ability to feel

I’m so tired of being the laughing stock

Of being the punchline to every joke

I’m tired of everyone hating me

And I’m always the last to know.

I’m tired of being scared and shy

I’m tired of being abused

They tell me that they love me

But at the end of the day I’m being used

I get used for my money

Mostly it’s just for sex

I want to fe3l like I exist

but everyone just forgets

that I am still a person

Not a place holder or stepping stone

I am worth something, I've gotta be

But what that is hasn't been shown

I have worth when we aren't having s*x

I have a purpose even if you can't see

I Need you to know that I'm alive

Because your making it harder to breathe