a hell of my own design

Taken apart
Pieces scattered
Patterns complete
Nothingness

I feel the blades inside my skin
Dragging downwards into my heart
Is any of this real?
I can't hold on anymore
Tripping on drill just to feel something again
Raptured by visions of my own demise

Waking up somewhere I don't know
Numb from the trip, hating myself
Begging for the chance to die
Wishing I'd overdosed last night

I think I managed to kill myself
So why am I still conscious?
A bullet to the brain should have done the job
But now I'm stuck in a hell of my own design



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Writer(s): Sydney Duchaine
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