Killing myself

I'm killing myself,
in every possible way,
all those cigarettes,
are making me sway.

and all that alchohol,
the poison in my veins,
but maybe one more shot,
might ease my pain.

and those drugs i do,
kill me every day,
but maybe one more toke,
could ease my pain.

then there's all those cuts,
blood pours out like rain,
and just that much deeper,
will ease my pain.