I Got This

You can't destroy me.
I destroy myself. I cut my skin. I poke sharp things into my mind and twist them round and round pushing lightly until I can go no deeper and i have gaping holes in it. I tear little pieces of my soul off one at a time. Then i take all these remnants pour all the blood into a blender. I add tequila and tears to bind it all. Laughter and all my favorite fruits for sweetness. I throw in wildflowers and top it off with ice. It makes a margarita of my own essence. When its mixed to my satisfaction i'll sit back inhaling mentholated smoke and sipping daintily from this complicated concoction. Maybe spread a little like balm on my wounds and wait. Wait for the skin to mend,the mind to heal, my soul to regenerate. Once that slow process has taken place i can continue beating you to the punch line of my destruction.