One, Two, Three, Four...

One, Two, Three, Four... I have issues. I need medicine, pills to take. Every single morning. Every single evening. One pill, two pills, three pills, four... What the f***? That's all I do. "They're going to help you!" They make me feel crazy. One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four... What the h***? Why do I feel joy in cutting myself like I'm useless? Bruises, on my knees, now on my head. One bang, two bangs, three bangs, four... Why do I do this to myself? I don't know. I'm done. One day, two days, three days, four... It's over.