Little Addiction Poem by Marisa Leeann

I have this little pain addiction,
that helps me deal with life.
It gives me so much satisfaction,
just with a blade or knife.

This little addiction plays a big role,
when depression comes and sanity goes.
Sometimes I wish he'd take my soul,
and the intensity only grows.

My addiction begins to take control,
and there will never be hope.
While I continue this awful toll,
but it's the only way I won't choke.

Suicidal thoughts never leave my head,
because I can't live this life any longer.
As I watch the blood flow onto the bed,
the pain continues to get stronger.

I'm ready for my life to end here,
there's no need to say goodbye.
Now I have no constant fear,
my whole life was just a lie.