I never promised to stop.
I never said I would be okay.
I never said my two friends, who live in my mind, would leave me alone.
If I tell you I'll be okay, I'm telling you what you want to hear.
I know it hurts people.
I know it's not okay.

I don't care.
It makes me feel better.
It helps me, and comforts me like nothing else can.

Those two voices in my head tell me what I want to hear once the deed is done.
They give me a piece of mind like no one else can.
I'm sorry if you don't like some of the things you find out that I do; I don't want to hurt you. But I can't keep deluding myself to the fact that not doing those things will help me.

They don't.