Drowning in the madness
My all time low
Giving into temptation
I let the blade go.
Such a sweet intoxicating feeling
The look of crimson against my skin
This habit, the rush of my flesh peeling
The wounds..kept hidden.
I sigh, pulse racing
a shiver of delight and a cringe of fear
The truth, I'm facing to try with all my might
Sadness sheds a single tear
Comming down from the high, I notice all the signs
My heartbeat slows...no longer hoping to burst
I bandage the wound tight, to think soon it will happen many times
A cut...Crimson...This was my first.
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