Written and completed in the early hours of the morning, 230AM till 315 AM. Also quiet oddly, I was listening to Linkin park. Odd? Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this poem, or what you'd like to call it, perhaps a short story. I think i might need to touch-up on it, Constructive Critizism would be awesome As these[-Somehow, Sometimes-] habits keep me. Somehow, I didn't want to know. Sometimes, I just want to double-dose But theres this craving that wont stop Somehow, I just forgotten, Sometimes I just can't forgive myself. But theres a wall of hopeless souls Sometimes, I just feel hollow on my own Somehow, I know why the fault is mine alone. But theres this negative pull for more and Somehow, I just wanna heal, and Sometimes, I'll never be the same, feel like I'm sane. But here, I feel like I belong. Somehow, I'd rather take back my life Sometimes, I never wanted to be like me. But the leap of Faith is much to far Some days I walk on eggshells, Sometimes, I put you down to drown myself. But I can't help but to keep on going ( for more ) Somehow, the old cold corner of abuse is for personal comfort. Sometimes the urge never leaves me alone. But I can't help but feel my past catching up. somehow, If I could take back my shame, I would've done it. Sometimes, I remember the darkness of History of I, knowing I would never tried. -As the night sky fades yellow from the street lights, Trying to hide these scars. -The stairway to my apartment is a long one, The echoing steps slips the step -As the door opens, The dysfunctional case of home, The room was cloudy, The room was infectious. -As the needle was cleaned,The rubber band tied once again. -As the root of all my evil filled the glass case, the memories came back again, The things I hated are what I became. -As the tears fell, The needle emptying unto my lifesteams, I can't separate myself from me. -As the sadness consumed, Blood dripping out of the wound. -As I tripped, Flipped, the hours came and went, The locked door felt cold~ [But opening this door of hope is impossible] -As these needles filled my trash, The grotesque smell and sight of I. The realization came, taking over I. -As my willingness finally took over, The clarity of years under the need to feed. The opened drawer, the walls felt coarse.[My hands felt numb] Painstains, Wanting no more cain. The blood on my hands, I'm breaking my all my root of evil, -Shaking the very foundation of myself. The walls painted, no more tears, I realized I'm the one confused. [I'll paint the walls to show the world, all around]But theres a void of hunger. Sometimes, I don't know how I got this way, and Somehow, I'll break my habit. As these habits keep me locked in.[The walls reads:] Take everything, The inside and out, and just throw them away. Take all of me, and these scars on all of I, all of yous. -I'm ready to breakFree~ Thank you for reading Comments welcome.