Something painful.
Something consuming,
numbing, clouding,
erasing, burning,
destructive.

Something painful to numb the pain, something to drain the shame, something.

Whether it's the bruises that accompany hitting the wall,
the beautiful pinkish purple scars that come with the cuts,
the deep, blissful pain that comes with the enduring healing of the eraser burns,
the stinging, aching hunger pains from depriving yourself of any nourishment, the burning in your throat from purging, the red hot scratches, it's the things you don't think about while in the moment.

Anything, from the pills you swallow to get high or low,
the alcohol you drink to feel the burn, and numb the pain.
The certain assortment of things you can smoke to get high, to have 'fun', shooting up to feel the rush,
snorting to blur your mind.

It's anything to get you out of your head for awhile, anything to numb yourself, anything to steal you away. Anything to take your mind off of your surroundings.

Regrets may accompany most of the actions, yet you aren't always aware of them; you just don't care.

"I desire all things that will destroy me in the end."