Forsaken by the world, I stand on my own.
I vomit and hurl, trying not to fall down.
Sweat and spit, cussing and bleeding.
All this shit, I would not be needing.
Someone needs to lift me up, before I fall deeper.
I seem only to get cut, since that is cheaper.
Bashing myself to feel a different pain.
The evil that lurks within I try to slay.
Give me strength to continue my fight.
This shit is over, I’ll just say good night.