Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Battle Uphill

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