Stay up for hours, I'll thank the front of my brain.
Thoughts run through my mind, trying to prove I'm insane.
Resisting the urge, to cut away the bad feeling.
Addiction stays put, erasing hard work and healing.
I have good outlets, but I still count on the blade,
to beat the sadness, because to tell, I'm afraid.
I'll be asked questions, "How does hurting help your pain?"
But the good news is, I'm connected to a chain.
I can't run too far, bad thoughts will go down the drain.
I open the bottle, the relief I will collect.
Swallow my worries, a wonderful side effect.
-Belle Rose
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