Why do we live on?
Maybe we're all addicted to the tiny amounts of love life feeds us
Just like how she forced the potion down my throat until I asked for more then
Stop
Withdrawal
Relapse
Self harm, is not dragging a blade down your wrist
It's allowing myself to get lost again and again over of the traces of oxytocin,
licking it up from bathroom floor.
Self harm is me sucking out saccharine sweet nectar out a dying flower.
Crimson.
Self harm, darling, is me and you my friend.
I chase the hurt,
When things get better I beg for more
I'm a masochistic black magic masterpiece
Extract the poison and the honeysuckle might leave with it.
So be careful,
I might be skin and bones but if you tear me apart you'll find toxic waste,
And you might get a bit hooked too.
