I Hurt hurt hurt

Relapsing slowly

How did I get here
Holding a blade against my skin again
How did I get here
After 11 months of not creating new scars
How did I get here
My hands shaking from the blood loss
How did I get here
Watching my skin open to reveal muscle
Yet still wanting more
Looking at the crisscrossing of veins
And smiling at the thought of cutting them open
Dying was a comfort now