Engravement

Plates crashing and furniture thrown,
The life of me, never with helm.
Glass shattered on the kitchen floor,
Seeing the marks left behind devils gate.
Rocks pelted at me, breaking the scars,
Need more pills to get me through.

Making me happy, doing its job,
I want it all natural, no drugs.
Crosses of dimension,
Creating circles that lead nowhere.
Losing the knifes, finding friends,
No longer I need to engrave inside.