I glance at my arm. I know exactly what lies below my sleeve. The guilt everyone thinks i'm still a few days clean. I start rolling up my sleeve my head is pounding. Every inch of skin revealed to the air around it. I try not to scream it hurts so bad. I look at my arm my heart drops. I didn't even cut deep i couldn't see inside my arm. Voices begin to fill my head telling me to cut. I use to get scared of these voices but now i'm use to them. My temptation to cut rises. My breathing starts to get heavier and faster. I can't stop myself i'm exhausted a tear drops on my pillow. I hug my teddy's hoping they will protect me like when i was little. I bury my head into my pillow wishing for all the voices to leave me alone. Eventually they stop but instantly there was already something else filling my mind.
