Spittin' blood through unhealed skin..
I don't remember why I kept feeling the need to cut. Over and over. Everytime I was done, I'd think that was it. I'm not doing it anymore. I have to let it heal. I can't have scars. And then I'd do it again. Sometimes over the same cut, sometimes on new skin.
It was like a release when I was done. You know how you feel better after you've cried on someone's shoulder? I felt relieved each time I picked up a blade and sliced. I loved watching the blood just drip. Sometimes I'd spray the walls with it.
Now I just sort of stop myself. The urge is there, but I stop. What the fuck is urging me?
It was like a release when I was done. You know how you feel better after you've cried on someone's shoulder? I felt relieved each time I picked up a blade and sliced. I loved watching the blood just drip. Sometimes I'd spray the walls with it.
Now I just sort of stop myself. The urge is there, but I stop. What the fuck is urging me?