An Important Bout of Honesty

There isn't much to say about my own vices other than this poem. Please feel free to ask any questions, post any constructive criticism, but please refrain from spreading hate.

I never thought I'd fall so far,

Or should I say be pulled?

Your claws have got me by the hips,

Now all I feel is cold.

The crimson wave, the storm,

I crossed a line somewhere.

I can't see past the blade,

I can't even care.

Traces on my skin, still fresh,

As thick as they were deep.

I spend my days with Band-Aids,

And try to keep them clean.

Your claws grab other places now, 

and beg for more, more, more.

No one knows not to bump me there,

I'm perpetually sore.

If they can't see, who cares?

I do this for me.

I tell myself I'm fine.

Dig deep, and watch it bleed.

If I want to be honest,

You make me feel happy.

But like dope is to an addict,

You are not what I need.

I've used you, you've taken me.

You censored all the pain.

But none of it has found resolve,

The issues are the same.

I found vacation with a knife,

You took me from the mess.

I trusted you to fix me,

Now I'm ruined at best.

My skin will tell my secrets,

No matter where I go.

You'll always be a piece of me,

We're never really through.

But I have to find a better way,

I need to stand back up.

Pull against your claws,

And obliterate this rut.

I can keep my distance,

But you're not gone, it's true.

After all is said and done,

I've always been in control, not you.

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[Chris]

Finding your own balance and "power" in this chaotic world is a challenge some will never rise to - but you wish all the harder they will. A thought-full piece and a hope-full dream.