Bad Habit

And you might say it's self-indulgent
And you might say it's self-destructive

I've fallen into abuse again. It distracts, it comforts, it hurts. It hurt so, so well.

Over ten hours of nothing but knitting. Pure wool. My fingers are tender and red.


But, you see, it's more productive
Than if i were to be happy

Pain is my only reason to knit. Knitting is how I take out my undue anger, my frustration.