I pick up the blade and twirl it between my fingers. I lower it to my wrist. "slich……" I cut, for that sound, the soft tearing sound. For the way that my skin twitches beneath the blade. Oh how it bleeds. Slicing through layer after layer of flesh. The pain is glorious. I shudder as it burns through my veins. It is so wrong, so bad. But I can't stop. I'm addicted to this pain. This self-torture as I lay down my razor and begin life again. It is so tempting to just cut and cut until every inch of my flesh lays in bloody ribbons. Until even my bones weep thick crimson marrow. Just thinking about it is exciting. Red flowers blossoms upon my skin. Delicious, delicious agony. I need it. I want it. I thrive on it. Torture is my sustenance. I'm so sick. So twisted. But I can't stop, I can't stop. Someone please, stop me!