Elizebeth

My Secret Obsessive Habit

Copyright, Elizabeth

My life revolves around this breathtaking habit, confining myself in my room with my sharp, elegant knife covered in blood cutting away my sorrows, my pain, my past, my present, and my future. An addiction that cannot depart from me, an obsession that will possess me entirely. It’s as if a part of my soul is set free and I have no power over the situation that’s going on. Yet I know exactly what’s going on. Taking away all pain and discomfort; I now go to a place so ultimately faultless… a place with moments of no problems or heartache. All my problems vanish and it’s just me and my blood draining down, covering my skin in crimson colored blood. I cannot stop, the pain overpowers me. It’s such a pain that it becomes a pleasure to me, a pleasure so great my overwhelming passion becomes a regular, ordinary thing, almost normal… it has now become an essential, permanent routine and now is worse than any habit I have ever had, worse than drugs and alcohol. I crave to cut continuously… My life revolves around this breathtaking habit, confiding myself in my room with my sharp, elegant knife covered in blood cutting away my sorrows, my pain, my past, my present, and my future.

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