As I part my skin with a rusty razor,
The blood drips onto this piece of paper.
I've leaned on this vice yet again,
Promises I've made break and bend.
As the blood flows out, so does my pain,
I know from this I have nothing to gain.
I cannot help it is the worst of all,
The only witnesses are these four walls.
But I feel like everyone can see,
What has become of me.
Scars are shown but not understood,
Honestly, would they if they could?
I've blacked out but it doesn't stop me,
I'm afraid what might become of this disease.
It's never scary enough to quit,
Like a junkie, just one more hit.
One turns to two; two turns to four,
Each time after I say 'no more'.
I know I need to stop but oh well,
I'll face my demons when I rot in hell.
A contest entry
- [[ I wish i had a cookie]] For All by RawrSmileBabyPlz.
430 points, ended June 18, 2008, 20 entries
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