The Pain In The Scars

It hurts again. A lot.
So pass the bong. Down a shot.
It's the only way. Oh shit, I forgot.

I can't reminisce.
I can't sink into my pessimistic abyss.
I guess it's too late. Look at this.

They line my legs. Down my arms.
It's okay to be alarmed.
I know I've caused myself this harm.

But I'm too far in.
I know I can't win.
My will power is wearing thin.

What is the point of this rhyme?
Nothing much, I guess. Just wasting time.
Until what, I don't know. Is that a crime?