The Comfort Of My Piercing Needle
You made me trust you, believe you were my remedy.
You loved me dearly as I let you embrace my veins.
I thought I would be cool, develop a better identity,
Instead, you destroyed me, your breath worse than cocaine.
I need to get out, leave, scared of what I’ll say,
When I lie to those I love, blind to who I see in my mirror.
But every time I run, you always convince me to stay,
For without you with me, I become angry and bitter.
Who have I become? What have I turned into?
It hurts so much, the scars no one can see.
How did I become so dependent, helpless, hopeless, without you?
I feel so lost, so broken, someone please help me.
You made me your slave, ravished my body and drove me insane.
Every night I slumber alone, you haunt my sleep and come knocking.
Too late for regrets and sorrow, the days I shall never regain.
Nothing surprises me anymore, nothing I find shocking.
My hands cold, my heart blackens, I’ve become sick of relapsing.
Even as I gasp, no one will aid my pleading cries.
My eyes burn deep; why does this keep happening?
No one to my rescue, all stuck between my truth and lies.
I’m all alone now, waiting for my end.
I used to have it all, trophies and certificates on my shelf.
This piercing needle and glass, now my only friends.
Who am I? I no longer know. End my life as I kill myself.