Hands

here i sit all alone smelling liquors cutting my souls on broken phones hold me tightly the one that remains for why i'll lie only tonight ahhh now I think its alright to give in to give in yeah cause nearly everything I touch cringes and sorrow never fell from my heart to say I don’t like my hands and I don’t want anyones hands in replacement I mean sometimes I do but only to bit them, pick their fingernails, dip them in mud recently I’ve been weaker parts of my mind has melted, others boiled away no I don’t think its alright and I no longer makes sense if I’m here dead and to a crisp then so it shall be just don’t admit me