The way he looked at me...
I knew he wanted me
It was the same way the others looked at me
And I liked it
I crave it, devour it, savor it...
It's forbidden
It's wrong
It hurts
Self-harm doesn't have to be physical
I stopped cutting long ago
But every time I let another one…
Crave me
Devour me
Savor me
… Look at me like that
It's a cut right through my soul