SHE

she hurts people.

she hurts them knowing she would crash and tumble if she was treated that way.

she knows she's doing it,

yet she still does it. 

hopelessly holding on to the soothing thought that one day she won't,

but she knows she will.

she knows she won't stop, because she doesn't have to.

she feels guilty,

so guilty, but not enough to refrain from shattering that person over and over again.

she tells herself it's the last time, she tells herself they mean the world..

but if they really meant the world, 

would she be creating a brand new mess, every day? 

will she ever realise that to be at peace with herself, she must think about her actions?

that she must understand the pain, the torture, the trust that was broken over, and over again.

'she' is I, and i am a shipwreck.