I'm addicted to pain And desperation Long nights with burning eyes Keeping myself awake and Hating myself for it, aching for it Yearning for the dull exhaustion of the morning Hollowed-eyed, isolated, feral Looking like I feel, for once, and Hating myself for it, aching for it
Life has been frantic for so long I get anxious when it's not I feel guilty and wrong and I'd rather burn myself out Again and again and again Restless with the urge to get up, To move, to burn, To fight my own, inherent brokenness Again and again and again
I feel like a freak As I dig my nails into my skin So I won't crawl out of it When I'm not in pain My hands shake and I want to scream I'm so good at faking it, But I'm never not afraid When I'm out of sight, My hands shake and I want to scream
Yes, I realize this isn't healthy. No, I'm not suicidal or self-harming, nor will I ever be. I just train to the point of full-body pain and exhaustion, then I feel better. So sue me, it works.