It starts with remembering the truth

It continues with guilt as I look for the pin

I prick my fingers as I truly decide

Then I lose the fight, hand flat against the wall

Roll up the sleeve

Six. It has to be six or it doesn't count

Please... I don't want to

It hurts... but that's the point

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six

Then I see what I did and I regret it

It makes me want, need, crave

It has to be six or it doesn't count

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six

And a breath

Then it's over

When the water burns

It's deep enough