Hello my lovely readers. I don't know where this came from. I don't know why I wrote it. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. It's very different from my normal style but I really wanted to try something new. Thank you to everyone who has been commenting and reading my work. I love love love all of you so much. I'll stop talking now. As always enjoy.
Trigger warning: Cutting and Suicide are implied.
I don't know why I started, but now that I have I'm not sure I can stop.
It was so easy the first time. So smooth, so beautiful.
A small silver blade split open my skin and the bright red bled out leaving red streaks in its wake.
I was enamored. In loved with the high and addicted to the pain.
I hid it well. I had to. It was either hide or tell. If I told then it would have been taken away. Every beautiful blade I owned would be pulled out of reach and I would never be able to feel again.
The pain is the only way I feel anymore. I've tried so many things. Sex. Drugs. Alcohol. But this. This is the only thing that works.
I can't stop.
I don't want to stop.