Hemochromatosis

I hurt myself today. To see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain. The only thing thats real.
The needle tears a hole. The old familiar stain.
Try to kill it all the way, but i remember everything.
What have I become? My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know, goes away in the end.

And you could have it all- my empire of dirt.

I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liars chair.
Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time, the feeling disappear.

You are someone else, I am still right here.

What have I become? My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know goes away in the end.

And you can have it all- My empire of dirt.

I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
If I could start again- A million miles away,

I would keep myself. I would find away.