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Mar 2019
Stop telling me to just stop
I can't I can't I can't
Its not like I want to lose control of myself
To feel like a demon possesses me,to force me to grant
It control over my body
Even tho its just for a few seconds.
The mark on my arm is still there
The psychological damage is still here
I can't control myself stop telling me I can
Im wired this way.
The demon of addiction is truly cruel
But the demon of mental disorder is crueler

Im battling the dragon while I am the ant.
I can't I can't I can't
I can't win
I can't
Stop this demon from being grant
Control over my body
No matter how much I try
I can't I can't I can't
So I go to great lengths
To torture myself into stopping
Yet destroying myself
Trying to dig myself out of the hole
Yet digging myself deeper instead

I want to stop I want to stop I just want to stop
But I can't can't can't
I just can't.
I suffer from dermatophagia,a mental disorder closely related to OCD.I bite my arm when I feel certain emotions,primarily stress,frustration,and anger,tho other negative and some positive emotions can cause me to bite it.I wrote this while going threw a thought circle.

This thing is just a random thing.
Written by
Randi  18/Androgynous/Home
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