I long for it
I need it
Is it wrong that I can't move on without
those clean swipes across my wrist?
Is it wrong that I enjoy watching
the blood run down my arm?
Is it wrong that the only way I can calm my anger
is by punching a brick wall until I'm lying on the floor holding my hand waiting for the pain to go away?
Not the pain in my hands but the pain in my heart
Is it wrong that when I'm done, I cover it up and go out and act like everything is fine?
I'm tired of acting
Tell me.
Is it wrong that pain is my best friend?