Adulterate

You throw away life,
as if you're goin' to awaken,
to something more amicable.
You adulterate everything you can,
to pound yourself deeper into the ground.
You augment the pain,
as your blood feeds,
replacing your need to breathe.
Lonliness, feelings of neglection,
bereft, suicidal thoughts and scars.
Whenever I try to help,
you feel disinclined, turning your head.
The fortiude has melted away,
wondering if you have any left.
Looking at your scars,
feeling the hate inside,
you gibe, feeling your insides heating up.
You can't see that pain is insidious.
Once you let it get a hold,
you've got to fight the grip.
It's feasible it will let go,
I'm asking you to accept it.
Stare it straight in the face,
instead of letting it chase you,
into the darkness.
The dark and dank spots in your mind,
I know that's not where you want to live.