Temptation is a bitch.
She eats you alive,
Intent on persuading you to give in.
Convincing you that you need it
That you deserve it.
"You need this pain like breathe in your lungs,"
She whispers in the dark,
Late at night when no one is awake to help.
"Hurt yourself to stop hurting others,"
She reasons
And to you,
Alone with only your thoughts
That makes sense.
So you give into temptation
And the counter
Returns
To
Zero.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
