: Self-Destruction :

Slash
across
my
skin
it
breaks
it
burns
I'm
crazy
yes
I
know
but
see,
this
world,
it
has
no
value,
and
that's
why
I
wish
to
go.

I
stop
and
think
of
consequences,
but
I've
already
gone
insane,
lost
because
my
life
is
jumbled,
torturous
and
filled
with
pain.

Hold
me,
love
me,
promise
me
you're
here
and
that
you
hold
me
dear,
so
I
might
be
illusioned
into
giving
in
to
what
I
hear.

And
I
just
may
stop
self-destructing
long
enough
to
breathe
and
cry,
even
though
I'll
go
right
back,
cuz
that's
how
much
I
hurt
inside.