A Parable on Life

They say accidents happen
This accident changed my life
It's something i've found nearly impossible to control
Some how it matched my strife.

When the first drops hit the sink
They dripped down the drain bright red
It was just a mistake, accident, or mishap
But let me tell you what i said

"What the hell happened, that hurt like a bitch.
I should be more careful, I should.
Why the fuck do I feel like that mistake was ok,
A mistake should never feel this good."

A feeling washed over, a twisted relief
in a way it chilled me to the bone
my mistake offered a different kind of comfort
one i should have never known

I'll never guess why, and can't begin to comprehend
how this accident became an addiction
It's out of control and i feel i can't stop
And this addiction is now my affliction

I want to shout a cry for help
but i know no one will understand
So i feel no need to waste my breath
On those who can't lend a helping hand

I know this sounds crazy, but i'll shout it out
"I'LL NEVER TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG OR WHY,
I DON'T NEED YOUR FAKE, I-CARE-ABOUT-YOU-FACE
OR YOUR EVIL JUDGING EYE"

"YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT ME
OR ANYTHING THAT GOES ON IN MY HEAD
YOU'VE NEVER KNOWN THE PAIN IN MY HEART
OR KNOWN REASONS BEHIND THE TEARS I HAVE SHED"

So you can read and speculate is this all real
or just some bullshit written verse
as i watch tears run down my face in the mirror
knowing it could only get worse

So why do the mistakes make me feel guilty when I stop to clean up my mess
is it because i continue to cover with denial what i know is true
mistake = addiction. addiction = my affliction, but since this stuff just happens
it's only an accident to all of you.