Overdose

Pain is my drug,

Making me numb.

Only to hurt me worst than before.

I tried to run,

Get it out my blood.

Trust me, it's no fun.

Finding an escape,

In a blood stain blade.

Given to me by the center of my pain.

Black pocket knives,

Long sleeves,

Trying to hide the cuts I leave.

Now I'm beginning,

To overdose on these drugs.

I gotta cut it out.

Next I'll go comatose,

One foot in the grave,

One on land.