I lean against my door,
a small sharp knife lying next to me,
as blood started drip from my wrists,
my body slowly becoming numb,
tears rolling down my red, puffed-up cheeks.
Why do I do this to myself?...
Why can\'t I just stop?...
I keep on thinking to myself,
completely motionless,
my body keeps on aching,
it aches for more..
I don\'t like this,
I don\'t want to be like this anymore..
I keep on repeating that to myself,
but still,
I can\'t seem to stop this...
Addiction.