Addicted

Why does something so bad feel so good?
The pain, the blood, the tears.
They all feel.. amazing.
The physical pain..
Makes the emotional bearable
For a weak coward that can't take it.
That's me.
Something so wrong.. it just feels so right.
I can't stop.
Now I know, I'm addicted.
I can't live without it,
I want it, I need it.
I just couldn't go on..
I lose myself in the pain
And the sight of the blood.
I can't stop it,
I need it.
I have no one.. I'm all alone..
I can never stop.