Self-sabotage 

​Sometimes I want to get lost in a city of random strangers and even stranger monuments.
Stop at the side of the highway and cry my heart out.
Scream and scream… till my throat becomes raw
Break porcelain vases and mirrors in a fit of rage.
Or just sit in the shower and pretend its raining. 

So, for once I’m drowning in something more than my thoughts. 
My self-sabotage reeks from everything I have ever done. 

Teeth blared, curled lips. Tempting me to try something, anything. I am terrified, but I can’t let it win, not this time.

Pic credit- anchengreene|ig

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