Bad Habits Poem by Veronica Scavillo

Your mind games are something that keeps me your prisoner
Your lies are what has chained me
Soffocating within these vlosed walls
No one knows why
Except you
I've tried to break away
But you like the knife that's always reopening my wounds

Darkness and abuse has been feeding off of me
For sometime now
And you keep making me tun back to them
Believe me I've tried to escape
But when I do
I find that I miss this pain

Bad habits die hard
And how I wish I wasn't addicted to this
With each passing day my future gets darkness
And I've fallen harder
I'm drowning and all I want is for this pain to stop
But in the back of my mind
I'll always know
I won't ever give up my morbid ecstacy
Till the day I die
Blood, Pain, Darkness, and Abuse
Will always be excatly what I need