Pain is addictive

An old acrostic. (What is an acrostic? Read this)

Part of me, it is now.

An indestructible part,

Indifferent, I have become,

Nonetheless, to your presence.

I am no longer me.

Slave to pain, the feeling of being alive.

Alive from the passive death.

Death, the slow death from the pain

Death, unlike the death of my happiness.

It is not unlike the blood flowing from a

Cut on my arm. Painful. But

Therapeutic. It screams aloud,

I'm alive. Unlike my broken heart

Veins throb. I revel in 

Elixir of life: Pain.

Self injury is a serious issue. Read this first hand account.