But after a while,

The small cuts become,

Big ones.

And after a while,

It doesn't really help,

Anymore so,

You start finding other ways,

To destroy yourself,

Like never sleeping,

And drinking too much liquor,

And kissing strangers,

And letting your friends slowly drift away.

And you laugh,

And you laugh,

And you laugh,

When they ask you if you're okay.

Because after a while,

You know,

Nothing can save you,

Anyway.