Sanity Of Insanity

It's a controlling feeling,
But as soon as it descends
To rest on the awaiting platter,
A tingle is felt along your spine,
Traveling slowly, but quick enough
For you to know you enjoy the feeling
Of blade against flesh.

You press ever-so-slightly,
And find delight in the sinking feeling
Racing across you, knowing that you
Are the one that controls your sanity;
If sanity comes at the price of
Blood seeping from your own skin
From a self inflicted gas of blade
Against skin; Who's to stop you?

Can anyone deem you unsafe when all
You want from the experience is to
Only keep yourself silent to the pain,
To only stay silent long enough to deal
With your pain the way you wish?

Sanity comes at such a high value
That no one can buy a stick of sanity
To only give reason for everyone else to shut
Up about everyone else's insanity.