My collection of poetry and short stories

Relapse

Clean for so long
Then something triggers
You try to resist
But there's no going back now
The thought was planted in your mind
Stress and pain made it grow
And now here you go
Back to your old ways
The silver opening up your skin
Letting out the torment that has been built up for so long
There's a short moment of relief
But not long enough
So you drag the blade deeper into your skin
Slower, for more pain
All to silence the demons that are living inside
This is not the first relapse
And will not be the last