Addiction

Addiction comes in many forms

Some more dangerous than others

Mine is very unhealthy

I'm addicted to cutting

The sharp sting of knife against flesh

The mark it leaves behind

I try so hard to stop it

I know it won't end well

But the need out ways the danger

My addiction calls to me

It won't let me be

What started as just one cut

Became another and another

Over and over again 

Until there were too many to count

They are getting harder to hide

Maybe that's a good thing

I could really use a friend

I'm tired of all the pain

Of feeling weak

I know this can't go on longer

I know I can't do it on my own

So today I will stand and say

I need help.