Concocted Consequence

Every cut that I make
Is another way I escape
I'm so fucking emotional
Inside,emotions tug & pull

I'm drowning in my thoughts
My life is full of flaws & faults
I inflict pain but it never comes
When I cut my mind goes numb

Sometimes I punch holes in walls
I even mutilate my sister's dolls
Outward destruction while imploding
While my mind continues eroding

Fuck this life that has been a burden
When I die the world won't stop turning
What's the reason for my empty existence?
Nothing but my own concocted consequence...