I hope this formats correctly. I posted here because the poetry forum is basically nonexistent. If it sucks just tell me. I didn't re-read, I just wrote freestyle. Hopefully, you all will see what it resembles: Urge. Need. Desire. Longing. Uncontrollable. Desperate. Consuming. Urgent. Compulsion. The need to cut. Resist for minutes, hours, days. You know you shouldn’t. All the reasons not. Then somewhere you fall off. Giving in. So much easier than fighting. The release is perfect. You’re satisfied. You feel a bit better. For now anyway. Then the shame comes. You hide it. And then, the desire starts all over. Need. Longing. Just to release. Just to feel. Just to see life flow. All the time wishing you never started, Oh well. I know it’s wrong Still It Feels Amazing and wrong both Two warring emotions that don’t go away easily, even if they seem to.