Self-Abuse

No longer the patience
Of making myself go through all this agitation
Every time you speak
It makes my soul become weak
Tired of all the harassment
Are you the embodiment of my punishment
Tired of all your lies
I'd rather sit down and wait to die
Have you ever looked at yourself
And seen that you are in need of serious help
I cannot provide that
And I hate to admit that fact.

Forever tormenting everyone
You think that it is fun
Even though all the heartbreaks
That you're harsh words make
You have yet to realize
The pain that is materialized
From that poison tongue
From that hellish mouth that has sprung
Is it okay for me to blame
Or will my conscious put me to shame
You need help my dear
For your own demise is my main fear

Spurning everyone that you love
It's the same as killing peace's dove
Do you do it for a reason
Or each person's hatred changes your seasons
Do you truly hate the world
Or is that some dark secret is stored
You know that I am here
For your sorrow I am willing to share
So sit down and look at yourself
And see that you are in need of help
I think now I can be of service
If the truth ever begins to surface.