All My Mistake

All my mistakes,
revolve around you.
The drugs.
The alchol.
The starving.
The cutting.
All because of you.
You knock me down,
over and over again,
waiting for me to break.
But I refuse to show weakness,
so I take the blade and cut my wrist,
watching my blood pour out.
I pop a few pills,
to take me away from here.
I drink a bottle of volka to relax.
I don't eat to feel skinny.
I make all these mistakes,
because of you.
I'm sick of all the pain my mistakes can't take away.
So I hold the gun to my head,
and the pull the triggar.
That was my biggest mistake of all....