Open Sore

Broken bottles of apathy
Pieces of shattered glass
manifest in my reflection
Mirror my broken soul

Yes I hurt myself every other day
Pleasure from a different kind of pain
Rearrange my world view
Disfigure myself
Cut into an open sore

I don't want it all
Just want enough
To keep me petrified
of losing this life I possess
Morale continues to regress

Yes I hurt myself every other day
Pleasure from a different kind of pain
Rearrange my worldview
Disfigure myself
Cut into an open sore

You can give it a name
You can call it my pain
Can no longer face myself
Existence all but blackened
I don't seek your sympathy
Nor do I crave your ignorance

Yes I hurt myself every other day
Pleasure from a different kind of pain
Rearrange my worldview
Disfigure myself
Cut into an open sore
It bleeds a little more
Stains upon the floor
Cover up this open sore!