The end of a story

I want to overdose, like a jacked up addict on heroin          
Tired of creating my own story, like a femme fatal heroine          
Hearing from others that I am the strongest person they know          
Little do they know, I am the strongest person, with the weakest soul          
Always complimented on my smile          
Take a real look at me, it hasn’t reached my eyes for a while          
Reaching my hands deep in my chest          
Pulling my heart out, choking out a loving caress          
 Take a look, my inner self screams          
I coming apart, your viewing my heart, open at the seams          
Wiping my pretend off          
Showing my inner hulk, has gone quite soft          
Across my body scars are littered          
Matching my insides, my silent self has withered          
Screaming to the earth, screaming to the heavens, screaming to the gods, screaming to the ocean          
Grant me some kind of protection, some kind of drowining mystical potion          
I feel the vibration of the earth move          
No longer dancing to the spirits groove          
I am sliding down this wall          
Waiting for the earth to open, closing my eyes as I fall          
Mother earth can’t even repair me          
She sits back with her crown of thorns, asking for my soul like some kind of bounced check fee          
Life has taken me to the mat          
I hear the referee counting down, wiping his hands, saying that’s that          
I have too many wounds, too many bruises          
When I show myself, I am the only one who loses          
Closing my eyes          
Checking my wings, thier broken, they wont fly          
Now I am quoting Pink Floyd lyrics          
"But it was only fantasy      
The wall was too high      
As you can see      
No matter how he tried      
He could not break free"          
and I am asking you, can you even comprehend this shit          
Covering myself with dirt          
If you listen closely, shhhhh, you can even heart it a bit          
My soul took the cosmic roll of the dice          
Now I lay here, my heart is opened and sliced          
Fellows watch me bleed          
As they walk by just to deposit their seed          
No longer the femme fatal heroine of my own story          
Don’t worry about be me, that shit was nothing but some glossed up glory          
Now I feel nothing          
and that’s gotta account for something