Self harm

Trying to blind myself with my vices, smoke and drink are my devices.
All of the mental blight, has in turn taken my eyesight.
I think my time is almost done, which would mean that you have won.
In life we are told to always fight, however I have fought late into the night.
In the dark where blackness is the only thing upon my lips, I wish to feel my wrists blood drip.
Feeling my life drain, steming from my own cut veins.