Just bruise me again

Tear another little hole

In my heart

It’s shying farther and farther

From the light and

Growing black

And yet

In all my stupidity

I want it again and again

Letting my soul weaken

My mind cloud

Why would I do this to myself,

you ask?

With a black heart

A weakened soul

And a clouded mind,

It takes the pain away

Makes me go numb

And that’s exactly what I need

I need this

Without it I feel like dying

And at least this way

I don’t have a heart to break

A mind to lose

Or a soul to mend…