Literature
Ouch....
It hurts,
I did it to myself,
And it hurts.
I wanted it,
I needed it,
I broke my promises for it
So Im glad that it stings.
Im glad of the pain,
It helps me distinguish,
Today isn't the same.
What would you do if you knew?
What would you say if I showed you?
I feel so guilty,
Like you're betrayed,
But it's become an obsession,
And I it's slave.
I want you to see me,
To share me,
But maybe not this part
You and my obsession,
You're tearing me apart.
I did this to myself
I needed it,
I wanted it, I did it to myself.
And it hurts