Pain

Pain - I like it. That's why I self-sabotage. I reject before I become rejected. Ink myself because I adore the pain. What am I? Stupid? Selfish, or lonely? One moment it's clear, the next, foggy. This constant reminder that I'm not enough is banging through the f**king doors. Despair is what I feel. Trauma - my daily dose of alcohol. Coffee - my cocaine. I destroy myself before destruction comes to me. -Leonard