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?
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