Papercuts

Paper brushes against my skin
I know it's bad but it's so addicting
I know I should stop
I said I'll stop
I have to stop
I want to stop

But I can't


Every time I try to reach out for help feel like a tv on Mute with the speaker busted and the control nowhere to be found

Im not addicted I swear
This is the last time I swear
I can stop if I want to . . . I've done it before
But the dark thoughts take over my head im blinded once again

I ashamed of what I've done
Im way to self aware
But I fear there's no way out
I guess I'll just give in