Curse You

It feels like my sense of sanity has been torn from me
You've taken my hand and led me to the doors of despair
I like a fool have followed and kissed myself goodbye

My only salvation is the abuse I hurl at myself
my only shelter from the cold brutality of where I'm left alone
As I slowly kill myself inside out I hope for some respite

Martyrdom was never my cup of tea, I hope you die
Slowly, miserably and then realize that death doesn't come easily
I hope you beg like I'm doing now