Constantly counting
Touching my wrist to make sure
My fingers still touch
I'm losing control
Battling my addiction
I have to let go
False compliments make
It seem like what I'm doing
Is for good reasons
Your words don't matter
I'm convincing myself that
I am still okay
Embarrassed of this
Feeling I should know better
I can't ask for help
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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