Sitting there a shade of who I used to be
Trying to figure out where it all went wrong
My innocence has gone, been doing it for so long
Eyes upon the course but I can not see
Now just one more word in the cutters song
I opened that door now I am afraid to close it
Reasons to do it, the lies my reflection told
Pretending I am fine, leave things untold
I caress myself with sand papers roughest grit
Will I be able to break this dangerous mental hold?
Being pulled back into the addiction of pain
I know what I am tempting, what is at stake
I can't take anymore, giving into the break
Eyes closed, arms out, bloodied in my lane
I give up as madness on my body starts to rake.
©Josh West
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