RazeOrAngel
Alone I walk this world, not truly alone, but alone…
I started when I was fifteen, I am seventeen now, I don’t know what caused it… But I do know what makes me do it now, I am addicted to it. I can’t stop. I did it last night… The thought of the pain just wakes me up… Makes me want it more and more… My mom found out about it, and didn’t do anything but ask me to stop, I can’t, I won’t… It makes me feel alive, like I am here for a brief moment in life… My girlfriend asked me to stop too, but I broke that promise a week ago, I held out for a month… Then the urge got to big… The blade practically fell into my waiting hand, and then touched my skin, it was poetry, so beautiful, and the pain, addicting as always, so addicting my hand wouldn’t stop it kept digging deeper and deeper, nothing could stop me. My mom came home, and I hid it under my shirt…
The blood soaked through…
