Broken and defeated

At nineteen, I made a choice to be clean

But lately, my demons have been so mean

The craving for the cut when I wake up

It's the last thing on my mind, this self-destructive rut

I have a plan, for how, where, and when

A part of me feels like this pain will never end

Ten years have passed, yet I still feel the same

I'm the broken doll, he made me this way