Self-Inflicted
Self-Inflicted
I do this “thing.”
I bring more pain to myself when I’m already hurting; and I can’t stop.
I crank the sad songs,
I drive in the pouring rain,
I hold myself underwater a little too long,
I scream in pain,
I look at old letters,
I take a blast to the past,
And in the end, I accomplish nothing,
There is no point,
I’m still alone, only this time,
I’ll be burning from my crash
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