Mental Plagues

All alone to my worthless self,
It’s like my own personal hell.
A pitiful place where I reside,
Where the pain don’t subside.

Day in and day out I feel numb,
while waiting for the end to come
I sometimes cut my arms and legs,
the cuts cease all my mental plagues.

After awhile of slashing and slicing,
my wounds are intoxicatingly enticing.
I’m on the verge of losing consciousness,
I’ve lost too much and Im feeling nauseous.

My eye lids are heavy but I feel nothing, Adrenaline’s flooding my veins...
I feel my thoughts with no more suffering,
Bloodletting is how I take away my pains...