Modern medicine can't save me from myself

Modern medicine can't save me from myself. 

When the pills run out I fall into hell. 

My mind is angry and full of self hate, 

But I'll continue living out of spite

 

Fear grips me every day - 

I hold the blade and then put it away. 

You'll never see me in the grips of my terror! 

I don't want you to see me slip in my errors. 

 

My brain is broken. Thanks genetics.

My hands just tremble - they're kinetic. 

The fire ignites, and I'm tempted

To burn my skin to feel the emptiness. 

 

Tomorrow I'll wake up - it will all be a dream

I'll forget what hurt - nothing's as it seems;

Chart my moods with religious fervor, 

And pretend and laugh like I'm just fine. 

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