(A/N): Okay, so this is REALLY short, so don't kill me, because this technically counts as a heads up. Just some errant thoughts... so yeah. I hope you dig it. Read, review, ENJOY! =D
Disclaimer: I do not own this masterpiece and work of art.
It's hypnotic. Just seeing myself – the bare essentials that make up me – is fascinating, and I just can't look away.
It's disgusting. It makes me feel so dirty, so weak. It shows me the proof that I really am the same as everyone else, only lower.
It's beautiful. It's like art on my skin. Like expression. I wonder if I could manage to carve in designs. Like swirls, like stars, hearts, people. It's absolutely gorgeous.
It's painful. It stings and smarts and makes me want to hit my head against the wall in distraction. It hurts inside and out.
It's getting easier. I press harder with less thought. The blood dots up sooner. I don't shake so much at the thought of doing it.
It's getting harder. My dad isn't stupid. He saw the razors. I had to lie... again. It's getting more difficult not to let him know.
It's enlightening. It gives me clarity for a few minutes. It lets me see in a way that's not otherwise possible. It gives me perspective.
It's not me. I'm not emo. I'm not a cutter. That's what hurts the most. I'm only doing this to not be me. And it's working.
It – whatever 'it' is – is the bane of my existence, and the high point of my day. It is what happens when no one's watching.
(A/N): Yeah, it kinda seems like no one's EVER watching, then, doesn't it? Hope you liked it, even if you're not into this kind of thing. OKAY, SOME (POSSIBLE) GOOD NEWS: I'm working on my final chapter of 'Why am I acting so stupid? Oh right, because I am'! AAHHHH! Sorry I put it off for so long. It could still be another week tops. See you then. Reviews=love