Tortured
every day
every time
i see the blade
glinting in the light
whispering that
cutting
is right
Ease the pain
It'll take it away
and help me breathe
again
I long to see
the bright red
soothing me
I an to be able to
be free and breathe
Slice after slice
cut after cut
i can never
get enough
new ones on my wrists
open on my arms
from me
desire for the blade is never far
its like a drug
the addiction pulls me in
i don't thinkk i can stop
ever again.....
