I'm nothing, nothing at all
Scars of broken memories
Enshrouds my fading vision
Discouraged by the voices
Of my inner conflicted mind

I've taken too much salbutamol
I've cut open my wrists
With a blunt hairpin
Blood leaving me
Unable to become more
Than an empty, wasted shell
My insecurities feed off me
Lost in broken memories
Drowned in despair
Lying in a tub of my blood
It'll be over soon