Dysmorphia

I'm never ever good enough Yeah They say my body is a temple Well it's nothing to me But a crumbling structure of impurity Trapped in this vicious cycle of loathing and shame When I see myself I am not the same Day after day night after night A war within no end in sight Look in the mirror as it fades to black Too far gone, no turning back Bottle in hand to drown the pain Toxic veins i'm not the same So fucking worthless Bathed in shame Try to wash it off But still I'm stained If I stopped breathing Would anyone miss me? If i was falling Would anyone catch me? If my mind stopped spinning Would I feel less missing? My mind is a prison Open the incision! Agony I am plagued It's torturous but self-made I'm medicated life instigated Losing control I just can't take it Grit my teeth I feel so broken These are my words that won't be spoken If I stopped breathing Would anyone miss me If i was falling Would anyone catch me If my mind stopped spinning Would I feel less missing My mind is a prison Open the incision I'm so sick I'm dying I'm so lost I'm crying So broken So hopeless Please Please fucking help me