I have a secret addiction
Which I use to indulge in
When things got tough
I want to go back to my addiction
I want to cut until I bleed
No one knows of my secret desire
Which stays inside me
And waits for that moment that will never come
That moment when my addiction returns
The power and urge of it dwells inside me
But what was once a thrill to me
Seems like a cry of help
A cry of help from someone who needed
To be told she was not useless
This secret addiction could kill me
If I let it get the best of me
So for now it remains inside me
A secret addiction which will be nothing more
Than a desire which will never come true
But how can a desire come true if i'm all ready dead?
