With each bruise, hope is dying.
I've quit crying.
There's nothing left inside
I'm a tool. Her smile lied.
I've started shaking, You still don't see.
Shackled and bound, just leave me be.
I start to stumble, messy hair
I'm so much better, I don't care.
My secrets bled out, my walls broken
My mouth stitched, more unspoken.
I'm recovering, I'm doing so well
She's outraged again, never tell.
My skin grows splotchy, I'm itching worse
Another poison, my loving curse
I've fucked up again, at my health's cost
Was euphoria worth all that I've lost?
It's too late, my fate is sealed
I laugh again, the bottle I wield
It'll be over soon, and I'll be at peace
My personality, my reality surcease
"I'm recovered, I'm happy" I say
I'm fine I'm fine, but I still decay
Don't worry, it's nothing, I'm good
I'd restart my life, if only I could.
