• I swore it would be the last time
    Told myself it was stupid to have begun
    Was scared that it was my comfort
    Angry that the world didn't care

    My addiction wasn't drugs or alchohol
    Not even the smelly cigarettes
    But the pain my cuts could bring
    How I could bleed over ... and over.

    It became second nature to me
    And I impressed myself with secrets
    How well I could hide it
    So no scars would ever show

    No one would ever know until I told
    Scared them with my story
    Of blood I lusted for
    Even more than a creature of the night

    I couldn't stop
    So now I wish myself gone
    As I continue to die,
    Slowly, so very slowly

    Was this the pain I wished for?