We do things that will hurt us.

The harm is there but we still do it.

We set ourselves up for empty stomachs, disappointments, and mistakes.

The alcohol we drink is a catalyst.

We say things when all we should have done was stayed silent.

We uncover issues that should have stayed buried.

Want a drink? We’ll have four.

We need to stop but we don’t.

We convince ourselves that once it wears off we’ll be okay.

Denial.

We can’t forget, it’s not that simple.

We fabricate situations that deserve an explanation.

We always deserve an answer but it doesn’t mean its possible.

I’m sorry.

We create an unrealistic imagination.

We can’t live through memories we wished we had.

We hurt ourselves and we shouldn’t.

We cry because we are addicted to memories.

Breathe and move forward.

We say it’s easier said than done.

And I guess you have a point.

We drive ourselves crazy trying to find a problem in ourselves.

Please stop it’s not okay.

We resent memories that were once fine and acceptable.

We kiss those who hurt us in order to find something that was once there.

Or hope that things will be just the same.

We try to find answers or salvage those who have disappeared.

Even the smallest glimpse or hint would suffice,

Because we live on seeing ourselves struggle in pain.

You don’t believe me?

Your actions say otherwise.

But we don’t stop and learn,

We continue hurting ourselves.

We pretend we learn what we don’t.

It's what we do.

We hurt ourselves in order to see things or people you once desired,

Feelings you once desired and a life you once had there.

But this is college right?

Drinking and doing these things to make us feel better is right... no?

It’s not and it never will be.

But we do it until we somehow feel happy for the mistakes we once made and the mistakes we are creating.