Blood fills the palm of my hand as i have cut the creases inside. The feeling of this metal knife is so familar. How i have missed it so. It seems low to be so satisfied by this awful thing i have done. Selfinflicted pain, blood like tears, open new vains, i have done this to many years. Sudden fears, "What have you done!!"......."why would you do this?!"........"Are you this miserable?!"...... This is what i hear inside. These voices scream at me to stop. How can i stop though when it feels so good. This guilty pleasure, it is always taking over. youd have to kill me before i stop, at this rate though i might just kill myself if i dont stop. Right as the thought to take my own life has crossed my mind and the knife is close to stabbing through........This light that use to burn so bright, is dim in the back of my heart, i see it and the knife is on the ground and so am i. now drowning in tears.
