Self Destruction

Hand me the bottle,
Drink until you can't see anymore.
My vision's no longer as vivid,
Everything is a blur.

Everything's a haze,
I never wanted to bust a vein.
As the needle went in,
Blood poured out of my arm.

Hand me the joint,
I want to feel no pain.
You have betrayed me,
Told me I was nothing,
But an angel with broken wings.

I no longer know how to fly,
The mended wings you have gave me failed.
As wax poured into the cuts,
Torture me with taunting laughs.

Give me the little pills,
No longer will I feel hate.
Every living thing as remorse,
Except this broken man,
I stare at.

Told me the scars would fade,
They never did.
The feeling of loath has faded,
As all the tiny little pills have set in.

Crimson liquid running down my body,
Where Am I?
Screams fill my ears,
What is this?
Hit after hit,
Why me?

I am the broken angel,
With my scabbed wings,
That are no longer mended together.
As the Wax drips down my back,
The heat going to my head,
Liquid running down my face.

I'm crying,
Crying for a release.
Give me the joint,
Or the bottle,
Maybe even the little pill.

That's the only thing that can save me.
No one can mend these stitched up wings.
Their unmended,
Bleeding crimson and wax.

I'm an addict,
An addict I tell you.
I'm going insane,
Watching my scars come undone.
I'm an addict of self destruction,
Slowly killing my body,
Cell By Cell.