Cracked lips in the frozen night’s air
Send tears to wells who don’t care
Slowly welling up until their banks burst
A solitary tear falls down a scarred face
Scars splinter as young lungs fill with
a blistering cold air, unsung wind
The cold night air
whistling through holes of disrepair
Paranoid, you’ll feel their stare
Lingering in disrepute, you’ve been there
You waited for self-care to show itself
Not a selfless act of masochism
Procrastinated self-care
A selfless act of selfish hedonism
Repeated to its death
Incremental self-harm
Damage manifesting years later
It’s too late to turn back
Cry the tears bursting the night
Hold the triggers
Overcome temptation
Break the habit
Don’t be sorry. Have conviction
In the end you’ll break the addiction
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