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