*Laying outside.
Got a shiny new blade in hand.
I love the way the sun shimmers off it.
A new blade...needs to be used.
I am actually feeling good.
But still have the urge.
The* urge *to cut.
To feel that* slice *into skin.
I am* addicted *to cutting.
I feel a rush knowing what is coming.
The quickness of the* blade.
*The slight pull of the skin.
Then the* red bubbles of blood.
That led into a path of red *running
Down my arm.
Initiating the new* blade.
*Cutting tonight.
Not to dull a pain.
But out of a* desire to feel it.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
*Laying outside.
Got a shiny new blade in hand.
I love the way the sun shimmers off it.
A new blade...needs to be used.
I am actually feeling good.
But still have the urge.
The* urge *to cut.
To feel that* slice *into skin.
I am* addicted *to cutting.
I feel a rush knowing what is coming.
The quickness of the* blade.
*The slight pull of the skin.
Then the* red bubbles of blood.
That led into a path of red *running
Down my arm.
Initiating the new* blade.
*Cutting tonight.
Not to dull a pain.
But out of a* desire to feel it.
