Does that cut on your wrist whisper a story or memory in your mind?
Does that blood left on your skin remind you of all the pain?
Does that knife whisper a promise to you?
Does that smoke in you lungs tell you you are a rebellion?
Does that drug in you hands remind you that you are doing this for relief?
Does that lighter tell you, you are cool?
Does that smell in the wind draw you astray?
Does that sound in the woods invite you to play? Play the devils game?
Does that taste in their mouth envelope you?
Does that memory your pushing away claw to get to the surface?
Does that dream you try to remember run away from you?
Does that lie you were told by it, still plague you?