It’s an addiction
not a lifestyle
or a choice
We’ll say ‘’just this once’’,
but it doesn’t last forever.
So, we’ll try again to see if it works this time.
Alas there’s an endless supply to try again,
Or so we think.
I thought it would be cool
To have a fascination with scars -
Of the Mind and Body
We’ll treat it just this once
“Don’t worry we can fix it”
Can we fix it?
No, I have to.
Just give me some Kool-Aid and boiling water
I gulp it down, but it leaves red stains -
on my arm and around my mouth
I burn my teeth. They’re red too
Don’t worry I’ll change the colour
So it helps you to see
I won’t part from my agony,
It’s not enough to know I’m here.
Let me rot in the corner with my own thoughts and it’s shadows to consume me.
Leave me to my devices made from cold sharp edges
And flames that are sparked by no desire to live.
And I’ll sit quietly
To see if people look my way
No, they look ahead
I find it pretentious to think of.
It’s an addiction
Not a want or a choice
but a feeling to do so.