Is This The Answer?

My wrists are bleeding
And vomit is in a porcelain throne
Another blue pill down my throat
Get the alcohol out of the cabinet
Let's have a self-destructive party

I'm too fat
Look at all the scars
I'm not numb enough yet
My hair is matted
My face is pale
Just the price you pay for imperfection

Music is loud
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I on a path to death
Or a road to politically incorrect recovery

My shirt feels to tight
Fucking fat cunt
Starve yourself for days on end
Oh no,
You ate something
Spend twenty minutes releasing your stomach
Until you pass out next to the toilet
Is this the answer?

Today you called me worthless
You're probably right
Get your metal friend
Cut there, slash there
The blood dots and drips off my elbow
My stomach looks a little bare
This should fix it
Look at me now
But the rush is never done
My thighs are ready
A few more bloody friends
Is this the answer?

Today I had a headache
So I took two
But it didn't go away
so I took three more
Than I felt sad
So I took another five
And by the end of the day
The bottle was gone
And my headache never went away
Is this the answer?

Look at me
Reflecting by mirror's glass
A canvas of imperfections
My feet are on the chair
The camera is rolling
My neck is on the end of a rope
I think I found my answer