I'm at a loss of words

But one thing keeps circling

I keep coming back for more

It's like a drug I am addicted to

In a way I sort of am

Addicted to this pain

I don't know how to stop

I've tried, but it's like a bruise

I poke and prode endlessly

Wondering if maybe, just maybe

The next time will hurt a little less

But bruises heal; addictions broken

What I have, this thing

It won't go away

It prays on me, I fear

And has attached itself to my heart

Where it cuts and slices the fragile muscle

And each time a crack heals

Another is created

The End

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