Self-Destructive Personality
I always bring myself down, overdosing with the nightmares I wish I could clog up with powder. Self-destruction on my flesh, everyone tells me someday I will choke on my own addiction. Only when I think of love, it itches and spills my wounds like when I chug up a whole bottle that drowns me in lies that everyone spit themselves in. I run away from all these emotions that I try to blast with more pain, and, in a matter of fact, I won't stop driving myself to my own death. So don't try to save me because I'll hurt you, show you my worst and push you off the cliff of my own abyss I live in. img: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/38396886