It's been almost a year
and I haven't touched a blade,
haven't even thought about it really.
An entire year without the
instant rush of adrenaline,
the bite of the metal
sinking into my skin.
12 months without the blood
soaking through my crisp cotton sheets.
I've been good,
but the temptress calls me back again.
It's so easy to slice the pain away.
Whenever I **** up,
why not carve another tally?
I mean, who's keeping track anyway?
Why is it so hard to move forward,
when it's so easy to slip and fall?
I'm surrounded by people who want me safe,
but somehow I feel so alone.
The glint of silver is calling my name,
it's so impossible to say no.