I am a Victim

Cutting pt1

It's funny to me how papercuts,

Or stubbing my toe,

Hurt like hell.

But then a knife to my skin isn't even noticable.

Instead of pain,

I'm filled with a euphoric feeling.

My mind is filled with ease.

It feels so good that I do it again.

One cut turns to two.

Two cuts turn to four.

And four turns to eight.

If everyone around me is happy,

Why can't I be happy too?

Eventually it becomes addicting.

It becomes a want.

A need.

Something I crave for.

It's like a high where everything in the world is okay for just minute.

A minute where I might actually sleep calmly.

It's weird how something so evil can feel so good.