Kristina Fleissner - Weakness

I feel it.

I feel it lying in my pocket,
I reach in and grab it,
I ask my-self,
Why?

I ask because,
I don't know why I do it,
I think it is an urge,
I think.

I have to do it everyday to be okay.

I don't care that it leaves scars,
I don't care that it makes me bleed,
I don't care that it is not the right thing to do.

I am very paranoid about it though,
I think anyong that looks at me,
Sees Them,
I see tham though.

I think to my-self this is my weakness.

Kristina Fleissner

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