It’s all a haze

I can’t remember what came before

what can i say?

I’m built on flaws

I’ve been a mutilator of self

still am, so i’m told

an addict of booze and drugs

up to my eyeballs in it

everyday until beneath me my world would fold

i used this body I’m not in anyway attached to

for more than just favours

no respect, not within this flesh, no

more times left bleeding

raking myself up off of the pavement

each one took their turn

each one stained my time

in this pitiful excuse for a life

a thief of more than just objects

you can hold in your hands

not really me, someone else’s cruel effects

I’ve stolen hearts and lives

just a damn wrecking ball

wrapping problems around me

so hard until all that i can do is fall

I’m trapped under this cursed quilt

denying the inevitable

but there’s nothing here but fucking guilt

I’m just a waster, there’s no more space

none for anything else in here

just a stupid mosaic face

that don’t match my reflection

it’s just a sick game of spot the difference

no symmetry, only patches of lost affection

I’ve done it all, i got the blood soaked t-shirt to prove it

but at least i have the broken down claws

from dragging myself back up time and a again

a short break from writhing in the dirt

I’m like a castle of shit, i get knocked down

but i rebuild, but it’s never quite the same

I’m not the same

not after the hits, never again

i don’t come back stronger

only more outspoken

like I’ve got venom on my tongue

but it’s just a quick fix, the only route to remain

my mannerisms are twisted

with scorn eyes that are deluded

all of my imperfections can be listed

and the hate and the rage

it wasn’t meant to be like this

at anger management, they made out

it was solvable, just a faze

what do people ever know?

too quick to judge and put their foot in it

but when it comes to a shoulder, they take it away

from then on, always a no show

so fuck it all, we all got flaws

it’s what makes us human

i wont ever let mine push me down

I’m sick to death of my whining

self-pitying sounds

because as reality has it, i love all my scars

so it’s time i resuscitated myself up off these grounds

away from this circle of destruction

where did i leave my crown?