My Monet

I pray to never fall;
Yet I yearn from being broken
My mind has some twisted way,
Of enjoying the numbness

I'm not self destructive;
Yet I find a certain pleasure in grieving
Its addictive...

I'm now hooked for life
It's like the pain is slowly breaking down my body
But I still want more...

It's frayed the edges of my brain
And the rips and tears are only growing wider by the day

It has burned me from the inside
Fu[ked my senses over,
Made my vision blurry
And turned my logic into a joke

And ever so slowly,
Kills me from within...

And I am to far gone to stop it...
(Is there a rehab for an overdose of sorrow?)