They are deep and painful, but they help me through a lot. They are red and dark but they make me feel better. I know they aren't good, they are my bodies enemy. They make me know that I'm still alive even though I want to be dead. I hate the fact that I know that they're not good but I like to see them anyways. They are cuts that my sadness escapes from. When the blade tips my skin, the blood starts to flow. The pain that comes out of this no one will know. They're my escape from life, and they're uncontrollable when started, but that's what I've gotten myself into so I guess I must stop i. But the feeling's so good, and it makes me feel just right. I think i have an addiction that just isn't in sight.
