Everyone has a bad habit or twoâ€¦
Something theyâ€™d never tell.
Iâ€™ve got a bad habit of my own
That might just land me in Hell.
Safety pins in the box near my bed
Help me deal with the things I feel.
Watching with fascination through tears
I forget that the scars donâ€™t heal.
At some point I realized I have to stop
Before somebody finds out.
So last week I gathered up the pins,
Hoping that I could do without.
Iâ€™ve gone a lot longer without it,
But this time I feel a small shift.
Despite the constant obsessive thoughts,
I feel like this chance is a gift.
I can get through this, if I tryâ€¦
But is this change only a lie?
Will need for attention or loneliness
Send me spiraling back into the abyss?