A smile crosses my lips as the blade touches my skin,
Cold, hard metal sending chills with in,
I know i don't want to but its like i must,
sorta like sex you say its love, but it's more like lust,
How you say you need it when its really a want,
kinda when we were little "I bet you won't", was a taunt,
You know its bad, but you want it anyway, like when your mom says "don't",
you whisper, "you only think i won't,"
just because you know you shouldn't and that its no good,
but you do it just despite that no one ever understood.
*please tell me how it is... it just sorta come to me!*
