I miss the way it feels to have the blade to my wrist. I miss the power I felt when I caused the pain. I missed the instant relief. All the blood that would come from ever slit. Every time would make me more and more relaxed. All the pain I felt all the built up emotions would come out with every cut. It would burn after. The burn would feel good. The sting would make me happy just for a second. This feeling would grow to be addictive. You say only one, that one turns into three, the three turn into 15. Every time you would want to go more and deeper. You crave the pain more and more. You can't bare being without it. The cuts would fade and you'd feel lost, so you make more. The scared would go away and you'd feel you needed to make more.
