i used to have an addiction.
not to drugs,
not to nicotine.
not to alcohol,
nor to sex.
i was addicted to pain.
and no, i didn't want to hurt anyone else.
i just liked to hurt myself,
because i felt like i deserved it.
and i still kind of do.
you see,
what people don't understand about addiction is that it's a way to escape reality:
a way to make yourself feel real.
and i know it's wrong to do what i used to.
i know it's really wrong to still think about it sometimes.
but the other thing about addiction
is that you can't just leave it without
having little cravings every once in a while.

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Inside My Head
PoetryIt's hard to see behind someone's eyes; to see what is going on inside their head.