I'm doing it so much
That its not an escape anymore
Its just a routine.
Destroying myself
On the inside and out,
Making it seem
Like I'm in a dream.
Its insane
How my brain
Makes me feel like the pain
Is really just happiness to me.
Going through the motion
Underage but drinking the potion
Because maybe I wish it was poison.
Bliss comes in tablets
And it comes in cuts too
I'm absolutely crazy
But it helps when I'm blue.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
I'm doing it so much
That its not an escape anymore
Its just a routine.
Destroying myself
On the inside and out,
Making it seem
Like I'm in a dream.
Its insane
How my brain
Makes me feel like the pain
Is really just happiness to me.
Going through the motion
Underage but drinking the potion
Because maybe I wish it was poison.
Bliss comes in tablets
And it comes in cuts too
I'm absolutely crazy
But it helps when I'm blue.
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