I've hit a new low
By smashing a hand mirror
Into many new sharp edges
And using it to carve a new story

Into my wrists and thighs
And as I whispered my good byes
To my new years resolution
I cried because I realised

I don't know if I want to get better
Everyone wants me to
Everyone is rooting and cheering me on
But I'm stuck here, wondering

Why I want to get better
And why can't I get worse
I see no reason not to
Nothing is stopping me

And the throbbing in my leg and wrist
Reminds me that there is no escape
I can't do anything right
And I don't want to get better

What's the point