I feel the blade going deeper and deeper into my flesh and the blood beads up through the cuts I have made.
I'm shamed of what I've done but I can't stop.
The blood smells like iron,
This is like a high for me.
I know I'll regret this in the future but I have been corrupt by society's social dictations.
Three fucking years I've been doing this.
Three fucking years I've had to wear long sleeves.
Three fucking terrible years I told no one.
I use the pain to mask my emotional pain but where does it get me?
Nothing but more sadness and regret.
The worlds so pretty yet so cruel ,
Why would anybody do this?
I'm sorry.
I understand now.
