I used it.
I found a blade.
And I used it.
I used it multiple times.
On my wrist.
Under my bracelet.
No one can see it.
But I can feel it.
I can feel it burn and itch.
And I can feel the pieces of skin that have been cut.
I can feel it hurt every time I move my wrist.
I can feel my bracelet rub against it.
I can't help but to want to do it again.
I can't help but to want it back.
To use it so many times that I bleed.
Bleed so much that I get light headed.
That I can't feel any other pain.
I'm going through something I can't explain to anyone.
It's different.
Wayyyyy different.
I'm to the point where I could use a butter knife.
I would push so hard against my wrist that it cuts so deep that it can't be stitched up.
That it'll take weeks to heal.
I can't get it back.
But I'll find it.
I know where the rest of them are.
They're very accessible.
No one knows where they are.
And no one will ever know.
But idk.
