How Can I Save Myself From Me

So this is what I have come to
Needles and pills just to get me through
Hurting the people that love me the most
Doing anything for that next dose

I am self medicating myself
I really don't give a shit about my health
The marks on my arm are always a reminder
This demon inside me has me in such a grinder

I wasn't always like this
I've been like this since the devils first kiss
I did have big dreams and then this took place
I already know I am such a disgrace

I'm hurting so bad, my muscles feel like a melee  
I can just feel myself starting to decay
I crave the sting of that precious syringe
I am way past going on a binge

I am beginning to wonder if there is a way out
Is there even a point in living? I am beginning to doubt
The only feeling I know is the rush and the warm blood after
To me this is such a beautiful disaster

I love the pills, but they don't love me
But i still just poke myself and count to three
I need to get out, its plain to see
But how can I save myself from me?