This addiction is my own, <br />my pain shall never leave me alone, <br />hopeing and knowing, <br />what lies inside, <br />i am not ready to die, <br />it is as if my confusion and fustration flow out, <br />with every line i make, <br />every promiss i break, <br />the feelings i cannot explain, <br />givin to me from all the torment and pain, <br />leave me alone, <br />please just let me shed, <br />tears from my vains, <br />knowing and wanting, <br />why i live this life, <br />seems as though i will never be able to stop, <br />if i knew why i was hynotized by teh way the blade draws the blood from my wrist, <br />maybe just maybe i could resist, <br />would you to come to my savior, <br />and give me one last kiss before i die, <br />would you hold me when i cry, <br />the blade kisses my wrists, <br />'who am i kiding he will never come, and i can never resist' <br />this addiction just seems to fit.<br /><br />Kayla Corinne Beneteau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-addiction-3/
