The last promise I made

I made one last promise not too long ago. Not to do one thing again. Something that became an addiction, That never left me. An addiction to a blade though single it may be. An addiction to the blood dripping down my arms my legs my stomach. Cuts that caused scares inside and out. Though they made A pain that I had so long go away it was never worth another day with that balde. A promise hard kept. My victory not yet won. Though i try to keep my promises, It becomes harder everyday even though I try to walk away, It just isnt the same.