requiem for a poem

already dead

❝No don't use them, you'll ruin your life!❞

but it's already ruined

❝Don't do that again, your body will look horrible!❞

but it already looks horrible

❝Don't drink too much, you can't think properly!❞

but i already lost my mind

❝Stop smoking, you're gonna die!❞

but i'm already dead

PS guys i never support self harm, this poem is about whatever popped up in my mind, maybe my past