Old Habits Die Hard

There goes another one
a new cut over the old.
She snapped again
her promise didn't hold.

As blood coats her legs
her skin begins to sting.
She lives in the comfort
only it can bring.

She stopped for awhile
the pain became too much.
She recovered her blade
the one now in her clutch.

She knows it's looked down on
but honestly who has to know?
She'll just cover them all up
there's nothing there to show.

No one understands her
She's tried to talk it through.
People make their misconceptions
even me and you.

They expect her to be happy
at the drop of a dime.
She tried so hard to do that
countless times.

People around her don't realize
that for her happiness is hard to find.
Her addiction fills that void
you see it's all intertwined.

For her it's a love hate relationship
she knows she's letting people down.
But when she cuts herself
in the blood that's spilt the pain drowns.

It seems that old habits die hard
but this is the only way she feels alive.
So for now she'll hide away her secret
and pray to God she survives.