Why
Is my entire paycheck
Going towards this?
Why
Do I love to **** myself?
I really do.
The smooth pack in my hand,
Firmly packing against my opposite palm.
Pulling off
Clear
Crinkling
Cellophane,
The shiny silver
Foil,
Then revealing my prize.
I slide a single
Cigarette
Out of this pack,
and inhale the sweet scent of
Tobacco.
Between my lips
It fits so effortlessly,
Like it was meant to be.
Sparking my lighter,
The flame erupts,
and I begin to slowly inhale
My pleasure,
My addiction,
My death.

You fight me,
And fight,
And fight.
You tear out my heart
and slaughter it in front of me.
I hate you.
Crack
You're so worthless
Tear
I never loved you
Break
My fragile heart
Shatters
Because of you.
Because of your words.
Tears blur my vision,
I am furious.
*******
I feel empty.
I walk home,
now nothing but a shell.
Mind numb,
Heart aching.
Crawling into bed,
I cry.
No food for me.
I'd rather starve out my pain.
I slide my razor blade out
From it's hiding place.
So small,
So sharp,
So soothing.
The blade kisses my wrist,
And my wrist craves more.
Salivating
For nothing but
Pain.

The penguins
have left London Zoo

complaining


it's too cold.

Anyone know massage


As
I've got
a stiff Muscle


needs rubbing...