Everyone has some kind of addiction.
Some being drugs,
Alcohol,
Love.
For me, I crave pain.
Cutting is a big attraction of self harming now.
They blur out the other ways.
Those brown, blue, yellow, black splotches on my skin,
Those are nothing.
I feel nothing.
Punching granite, locker, whatever.
I NEED to feel something other than this pain you gave to me
I hurt myself in other ways people think of.
Knuckle scars,
Friends a far.
I'm still lonely.
Drugs,
Alcohol.
I'm still addicted.
