So much time spent alone
I created this prison. I had a release.
Now the urge to cut is too much
Things are spinning around me
I'm weak. I have too. Can't stop
Just trying to feel again
Not a sickness like most think
I have allowed my heart to guide me in the wrong direction
There is no reason why I live
These walls are caving in on me
neo riddick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-urge-5/
