She tries so hard to ignore it;
The temptation and cravings.
Relapsing is not an option.
Sunrise to sunset she thinks about old habits.
But does she really want to go back to that?
The self destruction.
The anxiety of being found out.
The marks it leaves behind.
Sweater weather in mid July.
She was so strong to break away from the addiction but with every step she slowly sinks further and further into old habits.
The constant pain will still be there when the physical pain subsides.
Her mum worriedly looks at her covered arms and asks her whether she has sunk back into the cycle of old habits;
It's just a reminder of the past and what is likely to be the future.
Old habits resurfacing.
The thought is idealised in her head;
The block it puts on the pain of everyday.
This type of pain relief is pain inducing.
The more she thinks about old habits the newer they become.
Relapsing is not an option.
-holly boyd
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