Images dancing through my mind
Of a sharp object, like a knife
Thoughts running around
Thinking of how it will feel
Dreaming of the relief of emotional pain
When the blade crosses my skin
Wondering if this time I will cut
The decision has been made
The knife is slowly penetrating my skin
Digging deeper and deeper
Watching the blood run out
Feeling the temporary relief of my emotional pain
Admiring the cut, that soon will be a scar
A representation of the control I have
Regret now is starting to set in
Causing me to hide the scars
The ones that when they were only cuts
I was so proud of
This is now led me to
Wonder why I still choose to cut!
















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