i love to feel my blade br dig deep into my flesh br and see the cuts that i have made br i have a problem yes br i know that br people say its unhealthy br and you know, that may be true br but then i dont want to be healthy br the feeling when i cut soothes br my mom says im crazy br she wants to get me help br and that maybe just maybe br this is just a phase that will pass br but i know it isnt br i have tried to quit br but i crave that feeling br of puncturing the skin br i love the smell of my blood br sugar mixed with rust br i show my scars and just nod br while a new person yells br they dont realize what this does for me br that this is my addiction br that it sets me free br as my soul goes through sedition br my body is just here br just a shell for my soul br it is elsewhere br but where, no one knows br so now i wait for my therapist br im sure he'll quit just like the others br we dont have the money for this br i think i'll go find my blade br i started to take away the pain br and now that the pains gone br i cannot stop br this ride i will forever be on br because this, cutting, is my sweet addictionbr br Rebecca Howardbr br