The old habit returns sometimes
It shows up at the door
Maybe it expects a handshake
Or a hug
An "I miss you" as I fall back into it
It entices me
Waves around the pain and blood
The 3 o'clock in the morning trips to the bathroom
Were I had nothing better to do
And no idea how I should really treat
The temple of a body I have
And the catacom that is my mind
And how not to listen to its rotting words
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
The old habit returns sometimes
It shows up at the door
Maybe it expects a handshake
Or a hug
An "I miss you" as I fall back into it
It entices me
Waves around the pain and blood
The 3 o'clock in the morning trips to the bathroom
Were I had nothing better to do
And no idea how I should really treat
The temple of a body I have
And the catacom that is my mind
And how not to listen to its rotting words
Stop self harming, you'll regret it.
