Maybe sometimes it's worth fighting.

I have grown increasingly addicted to the pain. But today someone told me why it's worth fighting.. Because even though I love that pain.. i don't need to see that blood anymore. I need to let it stay inside and make me strong. The pain makes my heart ugly. I guess I never considered that, but it makes sense. How can I love sufficiently if I am hurting myself every night? Maybe I have been building up walls. Maybe it's time to learn to be alone, and shatter those walls all by myself. '