Addicted

Addicted

When they ask, I answer, “I’m fine, thanks for asking”.
Inside I reply “save me from myself”.
When the sun goes down at night
When I’m alone
That’s when it gets worse
My wrist scream cut me!
Visions of me cutting flash through my head
I instantly feel relieved
Our love can be described as
a junkies love for the prick of a needle
The blades whisper, I’ll make it go away
As they through my flesh, it calmly tells me how much they love me.

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