Pain
The pain.
It's addictive.
The marks up and down my arm,
are bloody reminders.
I do it practically every day.
Day by day,
the pain becomes more and more pleasurable,
to the point where I have to do it.
I'm caught in the middle,
of this nightmare.
I can't wake up,
and it won't end.
And,
to make it worse,
I'm alone.
Even if I do wake up,
there's no one to stop
from going back.
Please,
I'm begging.
Save me.
It's addictive.
The marks up and down my arm,
are bloody reminders.
I do it practically every day.
Day by day,
the pain becomes more and more pleasurable,
to the point where I have to do it.
I'm caught in the middle,
of this nightmare.
I can't wake up,
and it won't end.
And,
to make it worse,
I'm alone.
Even if I do wake up,
there's no one to stop
from going back.
Please,
I'm begging.
Save me.