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.

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