I admit that I can't stop sinking deeper into my vices.
OCD, workaholism, compulsion,
keeping the real world away at an arm's length
where it can't hurt me anymore.
I can't unlearn after all those years in hell,
never forgetting what I went through,
welts and scars that fester just beneath the surface
as a permanent reminder of what I'll never let go of again.
Never make yourself vulnerable,
and you'll never get hurt
as you live in your self-established bubble of true love being an illusion