accepting my addictions
the thrist for tears grows greater
its been so long since ive cried
i must begin the process
grabbing the first sharp object i can find
dragging it along my skin
stabbing myself just so i can cry
the blood is my tears
they need to fall
this is my addiction
i make promises and try to keep them
but thses ones never last
the craving has come once again
the need for tears of blood comes worse than ever
they say there’s nothing wrong with crying
well this is how i cry
why cant they accept this
in place of this addiction ive made a new
lost in lands of depression
thinking suicide
this time no crying
its all painless but this ones numb
one after another
day after day
what kind doesnt matter
as long as it is there
eventually i become immune
something stronger is needed
either that or more
they say its ok to kill the pain
well this how i do it
why cant they accept that
the pills are my wall
i need to block it all
this is my addiction
they say i cant do these things anymore
so i find new things
none of them fulfill the need
depression strikes worse
never leaving
its a black cloud
theres a glimmer of hope
is it death
im too scared now
acception is all i want
this is who i am
why dont you understand