Open up my wounds
Drench me in my sorrow
With every waking day,
hand me another pill too hard to swallow
It gives me thrill
A taste of a dark state of bliss
For who can resist
another opportunity to wallow?
My very own mind made misery
A haven from the first sign of glee
Take me there
so I can go nowhere
Lock me in
the sanctuary under my skin.
Sometimes we self-sabotage simply because we enjoy a good pity party