Compulsion
The same reason my feet bounce and roll and move
every which way;
A motion I cannot control.
Completion
The same reason I finish that which I start
(within constraint);
A satisfaction I don't often find.
Craving
The same reason I poison myself with smoke
in spite of reason;
In simplest terms, addiction.
Conciliation
I have bled countless times.
I have regrets; I have scars.
I have attempted to stop.
However
For the life of me, and
For the life of my hands
I cannot bring myself
To spare me the pain of bad decisions.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC
Compulsion
The same reason my feet bounce and roll and move
every which way;
A motion I cannot control.
Completion
The same reason I finish that which I start
(within constraint);
A satisfaction I don't often find.
Craving
The same reason I poison myself with smoke
in spite of reason;
In simplest terms, addiction.
Conciliation
I have bled countless times.
I have regrets; I have scars.
I have attempted to stop.
However
For the life of me, and
For the life of my hands
I cannot bring myself
To spare me the pain of bad decisions.
seriously though i do bite my nails way too much, i even get into the cuticle and the skin on my knuckles and fingertips, it really isn't pleasant
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