The Rush

It's not an addiction
It's not an obsession
It's a sensation that makes me coming back for more
The sharp rusty stained razor
Against my white tender skin
Everything freezes as i get my sigh of relief
I get my anger out
As the blade repeatedly keeps cutting my wrist like my wrist was butter
This feeling no one could ever understand
Nor they would want to
It's something i need and its killing me without it
Like a pot head needs his pot
A crack head needs their crack
And an alcoholic needs their alcohol
I need my razor
Everything seems right with it
Everything is fine
No tears
No fears
Just a smile as the blood runs
Running down my arm
falling to the ground
All over my towel
People looking at me
Not knowing this demon inside me
This controlling substance
Is my sensation
The thing that gives me so much pleasure
My little thing i have for closure