The scars fade & I feel the need to replenish them.

It's like a constant nagging at the back of my head;
'One more slit, one more slice. One more cut before you say goodnight.'

Anger brings it back, sadness makes it stay.
I thought this chapter of my life was over, but it's harder each day.

My soul cries as my wrists ache;
my heart dies with each cut I make.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to pick up a razor without thinking of slicing open my skin.

I wonder when this dance with the devil will ******* end.