they say it's a thin li(n)e

Self destructive behavior becomes a commodity after love is destroyed by ones own volition. I again forget to close myself off and spin backward. These sick patterns feel like home and scream for me to engage my trust in that. The pressure of feeling breaks the skin and perhaps for the last time i sigh. The lack of emotion leaves me reeling. I take comfort in the familiarity of the motions causal to pain. You may have found clarity but its becoming apparent that i have lost my sight. Foresight lost makes my new mistake easy and i slip toward the comfort. Getting what i wanted never tasted so bitter or felt so good.