i know i promised i wouldn't
But the want was too great...
A feeling... tugging at me...
Not a want... But a need.
A need to have that pain again
A need to cut.
To take that razor... And start slicing...
The cold metal a reassurance in my hand
Hearts beating too fast
Breathing quickening
That need getting stronger.
Second by second.
I slowly lower my hand
The one holding the razor
And i start slicing.
Little cuts at first
Then they get longer
And deeper
Blood wells up...
That red crimson blood...
Evidence of what i have done
And after?
All i feel is relief.
- xXbroken_whispersXx
