The drugs you take make you smile
But this only lasts for a while
You pour another glass of whiskey to drown your sorrows
But the pain will still be there tomorrow
You make marks on your skin to get rid of your sins
But are you really pure after all this?
And then the depression comes back and hits you hard
Now the damage is done; you are scarred
So you hurt yourself again just to feel ok once more
You will never back to the way you were before
You cry and cry until there are no more tears left
How did you get yourself into this mess?
You can’t remember the last time you were truly content
All you have to live for is pain and torment
You have to drag yourself away from this fixation
Don’t waste your life on self-mutilation
Everyone is addicted to something that takes away the pain
But once the effects have worn off, everything is the same
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