Skin skin so paper thin.
Blood blood red like wine.
The razor bites in splitting my skin open with ease. I watch as the red dotted line shows up on my leg and smile as I feel the sting and burn. I know this isn't good for me. I know I'll have scars for life but I can tell stop myself. It feels oh so good. Tell me why I should stop. Why the thing that makes me forget im sad should be taken away.
