They had stuffed up his mind
Muddled up his breath
"In and out"?
He knew it the best

The booze was followed by pills
An attempt to numb the pain
But let's be real with this
Nothing could contain

The next step was a blade
As it sliced away at his skin
Attempting to let the demons out
From deep within

But they only worked for a while
The ecstasy soon did fade
This "help" became a curse
As he overused it's ways

But nothing more to add
He delved into them all
The booze the pills the selfharm
All evident on his walls

As  his life caved in around him
Still putting up a facade
"I'm fine" he said "just tired"
But we all know how his nights were played.