I cut myself, I'm not really sure why I do and I don't really remember when I started I just know that since I started I haven't been able to stop. I'm not one of those people that cut themselves on the wrist so people can see, I'm not one of those ones who don't have real life problems and want people to feel bad for me. I'm on eof the people who cuts because it helps. I cut because it gives me a moment of clarity and makes me feel happy. Cutting is something that helps, wether or not we like to admit it, it does.
It feels good, for a split second when I feel that razor blade sink into my sides it makes my body sing. I feel okay as soon as I see the blood welting in the spot that its been sliced... But it starts a frenzy, cutting is like a drug, I sink it in once and I can't stop, I begin to slice over and over and over again until I'm out of breath and the blade slips from my fingers because my hands are soaked in crimson red, delicious blood. And afterward is the pain that makes it seem as though I can feel again.
