A Ritual of Self-hate

by A Loser   Aug 1, 2007


Here I am again
Same place
Same feelings
Same object
Held in my shaking hand
If it's so wrong
Why does it feel so right?
This has become a ritual
One that I can't prevent
I say I'm done
That it's over for now
But it isn't
I see it flow
Like the tears down my face
And reach again
For the one thing
That I know will help
Here we go again
All the lies
And all the pain
Seem to disappear
With this one familiar act

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