The like between pain and pleasure,
Is thinner than we'd like to admit.
I sit in the girls restroom,
I'm supposed to be in algebra.
There's someone a couple stalls over,
A mix of anxiety, excitement, and adrenaline
Add to my already shaking hands.
I slide the blade over my thigh,
One hand covers my mouth,
stifling something,
Between a gasp and a moan.
I bite my hand,
Searing pain,
Tearing agony that made me want to scream,
My back arched,
The pain subsided.
I was left with blood on my pants,
And a blade in my hand,
Wondering if I was starting to blur the lines,
Between pain and pleasure,
They are, after all,
Very thin.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
The like between pain and pleasure,
Is thinner than we'd like to admit.
I sit in the girls restroom,
I'm supposed to be in algebra.
There's someone a couple stalls over,
A mix of anxiety, excitement, and adrenaline
Add to my already shaking hands.
I slide the blade over my thigh,
One hand covers my mouth,
stifling something,
Between a gasp and a moan.
I bite my hand,
Searing pain,
Tearing agony that made me want to scream,
My back arched,
The pain subsided.
I was left with blood on my pants,
And a blade in my hand,
Wondering if I was starting to blur the lines,
Between pain and pleasure,
They are, after all,
Very thin.
I was disguisted, disturbed, terrified, and confused, to say the least. I hate how my filthy brain is wired, please don't hate me
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