Addicted To Self-Harmers
I am on my crooked knees
Slapped by the bittersweet sea
Of a scar that feels way too familiar
I am on the wounded healer
A buffoon’d drug dealer with murky medicine that won’t patch
Up these marks like we want them to.
Do you still feel like this is all a dream?
Like you a fucking feen?
Is self-sabotaging nearly as seductive as me?