People say it hurts when people hurt you, but I think its hurts more when you hurt yourself. You tell yourself that you're going to stop, and you do for a little while. But it's inevitable; you're going to start again. And when you do, not only are you hurting what your hurting, but you're hurting your psyche too.
It hurts me,
but I can't seem to stop.
I tried and tried again,
but I need to feel arm get hot.
I bleed on the inside and on the out,
and as my mind fills me with more doubt,
I drill it into my arm,
as if it will make everything stop.
The burning sensation,
it soothes me.
My occupation of life it at a standstill,
and I let the burning once again consume me.
I want to stop,
but when my head aches,
and my fingers tingle,
I lunge into my pattern of pain,
and make my arm ache again,
and let my eyes turn into rain.
A burning hand,
due to a burning heart.
I don't know where or when I can end,
but I always know when and where to start.
Do you have a burning hand? I hope not. Review :)