I slowly drag the red marker across my wrists.
I close my eyes, imagining my blood spilling out.
I'm trying so hard not to cut again,
Experimenting with every substitute I can think of.
But I miss the pain, the satisfying sting of the blade,
And it hurts to deprive my nerves of their daily incisions.
It's become like a drug where I'm the addict forced into rehab
And the detox leaves my body aching, aching for my fix.
I feel I need it, the darkness surrounding me,
The voices screaming in my head not to fight, to give in.
And though I know it's wrong to give up,
All I want is to fill my body with my drug.
