I'm not sure when it started.
It was like a little obsession at first
just creating raised pink lines
to make my "friends" concerned

Then later on
the problem started
its not like im depressed or anything
if I was I'd use a knife

I use this blunt razor I found in herbology
It looked like it hadnt been used in years
If you slash it over your skin enough times you get throbbing scratches
But if anyone sees them and asks
I say a cat scratched me.

Its not like anyone would care
Its not DANGEROUS per say
Just a pathetic little addiction.
A desire to see the raised pink scabs
I don't know
Maybe I've got a problem
Heck, your talking to the person who used to dangle
with a scarf tied round their neck from their waredrobe
So maybeI am crazy
But not deranged
And that's not really any of your buisness is it?

In the summer months it might be difficult
I'll have to slash my thighs
cause just below the elbow is quite easy to notice
But I'll be fine
its only about three cuts a week
and they only get sore if I have a bad day
so its not really that much of a problem
just a naughty little habit
so im going to leave now
and your going to forget that you ever read this

OBLIVIATE!

A/N: This is my little fic about someone cutting (its either Harry or Hermione, I havent decided) So read, and see what happens to those who are not suicidal but do cut

P.S and review please. . .