My Addiction.

That feeling is back. The feeling I have pushed away for oh, so long.

I can feel my stomach turning and my mind swirling.

I can't help but shake my body in hopes it will reduce the stress.

I pick, pick, pick at my fingers to find some type of relief.

But, the only thing that comes from that is lose skin.

Oh, what I would give to feel the coolness against my skin. Somehow, the disappointment I know it would inflict keeps me away from the drawer.

Feeling the sharpness, the heat, the sting.

Red.

Keeping it secret would be too hard. Or, too much for my mind right now.

Maybe if I'm ever alone again,

maybe if I lose love,

maybe if I lose myself,

maybe if I just can't keep going.

Maybe then,

I'll do it again.