Yes...
A habit I thought I could lose...
Hitting walls.
MAking myself bleed.
The sight of my pain...
I need it.
I tried to end this.
But I can't.
I need it.
With all the hate given to me by others.
The words said to me "Go Die"
Makes me think...
Die...
Pain...
What do you really want me to do?
even better the person who told me to go die...
I jumped to a lake close by and smiled...
You want me to die...I can jump now...here and drown.
He looked at me crazy and said you're insane
I looked to him and said "You wanted me to die...now im insane for wanting to do it?"
A habit...
Letting myself hurt....
Letting myself feel the pain of others.
The habit of doing pain towards myself...
The habit of seeing my blood run down my own hands...
The sight...
Tears...
Not of pain..
But of sadness...
My Habit I can never break
No matter what.
Or how.
this habit is mine to take...
If I kill this habit...
If I end this habit
Will I find my peace..
The thing I want most.
Peace of mind.
Not hating myself.
Not hating the fact I am weak at heart.
The fact I care to much to where I would actually die....
My habit...can break me...instead of me breaking it....
