I sat alone in my dark candle lit bedroom. I could hear footsteps pass by as i careved "im sorry" into my once untouched leg. For a while i thought i was gonna never resort to this, that i would stay clean. But as my thoughts swallowed me and the skewar was just to close for temptation, i caved. It stings alot. I remember when i was a blossom, blossoms dont slit.
