As I hit myself again, I tell myself I'm worthless.
I tell myself I'm weak and naive, that I deserve to be.
Bruises rarely form, from this genre of self-harm,
But it still hurts the same, I wake sore the next morning.
As I do this, I go numb, this is beginning to be fun,
I feel no passion, feel no love, just self-hatred for what I've become.
I look in the mirror, in disgust of what I see,
I force myself not to eat, I feel the need to be skinny.
I tell myself I'm stupid, and deserve the pain,
Tears fall down my face, as though it is rain.
As I shut my eyes, I allow life to forsake me,
I allow the pain to come, and the misery to take me.
