People are hurting themselves.
Again and again
I read of blades, and blood, and pain.
How very many of us starve, and purge, and try in vain
To find release
To find some peace.

Pain is seductive.
Enticing, romantic,
He can hold you like no other,
He's a charismatic lover,
And, in thrall to his call and easily persuaded,
You are urged on to ever more sordid acts.
But in the end, it still just hurts.
He'll leave you, like the rest, wanting more
And feeling like a *****.