Passion & PainMature

The bruise, it's spreading, all over my wrist.

It's telling the tales of what I fail to resist.

Purple and bloody, it resembles disease.

What nobody knows, it's my only appease.

And what of my attempts to change my ways?

To stop this $#!+ which is 'only a phase'.

It's just like before, I'm falling again,

In this dizzying spiral of passion and pain.

I need someone to catch me, I need to reach out.

I can't make myself do it, I'll whisper, not shout.

The End

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