(A/N): Okay, so this is mostly true to my own life. Just tweaked for Kurt. Hope you enjoy. I'm not sure exactly why eight is the number. It just speaks to me.
Eight.
That magic number.
The age that I discovered who I was.
The age that I was first bullied.
The age that I was when she left me all alone…
The number of times I feel pain in a day.
The number of times that I hate myself each day.
The number of times I think those horrible thoughts.
The number of times I think of how the blade will soon need sharpening.
The number of the stains of red that wash through my vision.
The number that always finds a way into my day.
The number that I can't break away from.
The number that takes control of my life.
The number that ends my days in tears.
The number that makes me live through the end of the day.
The number that I'm sure will take my life eventually.
The number that will never stop haunting my thoughts.
Eight.
(A/N): Yeah, so just in case you were wondering what some of that meant, it means that Kurt cuts himself eight times every night. It soothes him; reminds him of better times. Hope you liked it... :/