Pouring weakness

An evil side of darkness I haven't seen in quite some time,
Has taken bits and pieces, broke them down and they aligned.
Information turns to weakness turns to sudden death,
A soul divided now collided and thinks there's nothing left.
Trust in this confusion and just smile through the pain,
I'm hating the puzzle for all it's parts and giving up the game.
I'm stupid for my judgment but my mind is too screwed up,
And making it is just too hard, honestly I want to cut.
It doesn't matter about the pain, its the blood I'm fining for,
This addiction may just kill me, and I don't want that anymore.
Guilt would flow along with crimson, I don't know if it still works,
I don't want to resort to that again, but ANYTHING to stop this hurt.
Not good enough, not strong enough, not smart, not rich like her,
I'm overwhelmed with threats and anger, I'm nothing but a blur.
I can't see through your reasoning, I'm stuck in silent sand,
I'm drowning in your worlds deposits, I'm dying in your hand.
Trying to be strong will only make you hate me more,
So secretly I'll drain my strength and let my weakness pour.