I add another scar.
Another breif reminder of the pain I endure until the blood dries to a crust.
Brief indeed but the scar is a permanant reminder.
I look at all of the scars I have that remind me of the errors I have made.
The errors of my ways seem to be mended by the knife.
It cuts, it hurts, it heals.
My vision blurs for a moment then my head clears.
I'm left with a brand of pain.
It soothes me momentairily.
The wound reminds me of how I messed up.
Something is yelling at me telling me to stop.
The knife etches deeper into the flesh of my arm.
Gliding gracefully seeming to make it's own patterns.
I wipe the blood to see it's progress.
It's there to remind me after all.
Tell me what you think or not I honestly don't care
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TOMMEH!!! We need to get back into writing... and talking!
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I worry about you so much tommy. I know you're not doing it but it really scares me wen you write like this. Idk maybe its what keeps you from actually taking up the knife, but I'd still terrified.
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