My eyes -- they were too dry to cry anymore,
So I forced tears of red from my wrists.

My heart -- It was too numb to feel anymore,  
So I took a blade to my flesh, seeking the strongest feeling I knew: pain, a reminder that I was alive and human.

My legs -- They were too weak to carry me anymore,
So I collapsed, falling back into my old, self-destructive habits.

My mind -- It was too clouded to think anymore,
So I chased away the sickly fog with a hurricane of pain, and fought through the storm, until I found what I sought: the eye, my relief.