The cuts are healing
the scars are fading
my forgotten pain
comes welling back
i feel the urge
and remember the feeling
first the coolness
then the warmth and bleeding
my mind races
i know i shouldn't
but the need calls
it calls my old friend
before i know it
the knife is in my hand
the light glints off it
its my diamond in the ruff
i stare at it longingly
and remember old times
i hold it to my arm
then throw it in despair
i collapse on the floor
the tears come in torrents
"i don't need you anymore!"
i scream out
step one is over
