that sudden relief of pain when that blade slices your skin.
how guilty you feel when its too hot to wear a jumper and your friends see the damage.
you promise that you'll never do it again but the addiction starts.
they'll never know as long as you keep your wrists well hidden.
you feel like you're isolated from the rest of the world.
they always say to get help but you don't want it.
they forget about it as if nothing happened.
you go back to the drug and continue, only deeper this time.
the blood is satisfying and the relief is pleasuring...
then its too late. you're gone. and those "friends" didn't say anything.
