Dec 4
I draw into my skin, my days begin to spin, when I draw into my skin it feels
like a win. I know, its a sin. How do I stop when the only way I can feel a rush of dopamine is carving the layers of my flesh, as the fresh lines appear. I stare at the blood slowly bubbling to the surface, it eases me when my mind feels like a circus. I cant seem to put into words how silver helps, its hard to explain, its like the silver is an addictive substance that makes my spine tingle. its hard to stop something I cant I could go on a whole rant but its not worth trying to explain to the unknown.
like a win. I know, its a sin. How do I stop when the only way I can feel a rush of dopamine is carving the layers of my flesh, as the fresh lines appear. I stare at the blood slowly bubbling to the surface, it eases me when my mind feels like a circus. I cant seem to put into words how silver helps, its hard to explain, its like the silver is an addictive substance that makes my spine tingle. its hard to stop something I cant I could go on a whole rant but its not worth trying to explain to the unknown.
