I have secrets,
In the deep depths of insanity.
The secrets that some would find terrifying,
And others would find unintelligent.
To me it's nothing but an addiction.
It's not a pity search party,
Or an escape route from the prison of boredom.
It's indescribable.
It's something no one will ever see,
Except the golden browns eyes of shame.
And when it's all said and done,
I bathe in my shower of screams.
The warm water stings my pale skin,
And then I see what I've done.
That's what happens when,
Loneliness overcomes physical pain.
And then pain is all that's left.
My Harmful Secret.
