At night when the moon
claims the skies,
My thoughts run wild and my
the mind gets crowed,
I press my face against a pillow to
cover the noise of my cries,
"I hate myself" I finally said out loud.
I look down and softly follow the trail of the scars that I inflicted on myself,
my blurry vision rests now upon a very familiar sight that I so hard
tried to not talk about it,
How can you stop blaming yourself,
for things that you are not proud of?
Those are the marks that will be forever a part of me,
I promise that I won't cause myself
any more harm,
I know this is wrong and not
meant to be,
I tell myself I'll stop, that this
is the last time,
But somehow deep inside of me...
I know that this is a lie because hating myself is my addictive crime.