You always hear about the highs
The addicts, the junkies
Begging for a fix
Their next high on their mind

But I... I seem to have another problem
Though, don’t get me wrong
I know I’d easily find myself
Enslaved to chemicals
If ever anyone offered them to me

I am one addicted to the lows
Begging to hurt again
A *******
Finding solace and comfort in pain
Deeply needing to suffer

I search for it
I long for it
I allow my mind to dwell upon it
Because I like it
I like it when I’m suffering
I like it when I’m in pain
It’s familiar, I know it
This is home.

So it would seem
I am an addict in my own respect
Craving the intimacy of my lover
My intoxicating pain