Should I?

should I? is there even another option? these thoughts wont go away. like stubborn weeds. tangling around me. growing by the second. stubborn as ever. weeds. red, dark, scary weeds. I could go back to my roots. a black circle wrapped around me, beckoning to be stretched. or a simple finger nail, making beautiful engravings. but it isnt enough. I need more. so I do more. deeper and deeper down this rabbit hole. deeper and deeper into my skin. because it's what I deserve. "should I?" was never the question. I had already made up my mind.