It takes all my efforts not to cut again,
I just belittle myself, and feel it's a need.
Metaphorically, I use my paper as my arm,
And as my blade, I use this pen.
I release my feelings,
And receive a similar high.
Is it bad I wast to see the blood on my ams?
Or worse, that I try not to, because of the scars.
I want it,
I need it..
I feel like a crack whore not getting any.
I need to do it, I need to cut.
It's sad I have gotten this bad,
But it's an addiction I dont think Ill overcome. |