It helped to relieve the pain,
That I went through every single day,
I had to wash it all away,
So I let my blood run down the drain.
The way it glide, the way it moved,
It was one of my favorite things to do,
And nothing else could compare,
To the feeling I'd get when I cut everywhere.
The slicing and the stinging,
The feeling and the bleeding,
Everything was oh, so pleasing,
To give it up, there was just no reason.
Then one day, I took it too far,
I cut and cut, I cut so hard,
I cut too deep, I cut too wide,
Swimming in blood, that day I died.
Cutting AddictStop cutting.
By Samora Winspeare