Enjoying The Pain Poem by Jen..Jennifer Or Just Me

Enjoying the pain caused on yourself, the hurt just continues to help.
Use all of your weakest strength, try to only go a certain length.
See the blood dripping down, hate to see your hurtless frown.
You can fight it extremely hard, but you can't help that you start.
You try to keep control over yourself, but at this point you're way past help.
One or two just isn't enough, three, four you start to feel tough, five, six it feels too good, seven, eight you will see the blood, nine, ten you start to feel sick, eleven, twelve you will try to quit.
You will tell yourself, 'this is insane, ' then you get even more mad for feeling so vain. Ask yourself, 'why do I do it? ' But it never matters you still won't quite.
Look at the damage, and except all of the blame, you know later you will do the same. It's ironic how the pain helps the pain.
You enjoy the anger that it's bringing on, you know what has been done.
Loving the pain it hurts so good, you can't stop even though you should.
It's a rush of the self-inflicting, it's a release that is so addicting.
The hurt makes you feel so alive, it's not a way of you trying to die. It's a crazy way of clearing your head, a small reminder that you are not dead. The physical torture makes you feel so real, it's not yourself that you are trying to kill.
A sick punishment to yourself, but you believe the hurt will continue to help.
See the blood dripping down, hate to see your hurtless frown.
You always know the damage, and except the blame, you know later you will do the same. It's ironic how the pain helps the pain.
Once again you'll use all of your weakest strength, and you will try to only go a certain length. -Jen, Jennifer, or Just Me