It starts slowly and innocently. You don't even realise it at first. You hurt so you do something to help take it away, to help you sleep, stop the torment in your mind. You think nothing of it it's just a little thing, you say you'll never do it again it was just this once. But you always do. You convince yourself you need this. It's all you can do to numb the pain and forget just for a little while the darkness inside you, the way every breath seems to be harder than the last as you fall further into your despair. Theirs no need to concern anyone you say, you can stop any time, but inevitably you end up leaving less and less time in between till it's all you can think about, all that keeps you surviving. This is your life and this is now a big part of you weather you like it or not. You allowed it to consume you till it twisted who you are, so mutch so you don't think you'll ever be able to go back to who you once were. Mabye the best thing would be to escape perminently. The only question is how. You make a plan and smile for the first time in a long while. Finally you can stop hurting and rest in peace...