Addiction

Each day I run to my room
Wondering which tool I'll use today
I reach for my favourite
My trusty pocketknife
Hugging it tightly with my fingers

I begin pushing the blade deep into my skin
I feel my hurt and anger flowing away
Smiling as the blood trickles down
I don't even blink an eyelid anymore
Just another scar to add to my ever expanding collection

I glance down to inspect my latest creation
I'm entranced by the sight thats in front of me
Rows and rows of scars which line my leg
All perfectly drawn
So precise and neat

I wipe away the ruby red blood
And reluctantly hide my knife
Even though my body aches to feel the rush again
I force myself to hide my scars
For no one must ever know about my dirty little addiction

I know I'm not the best poet but I think this is one of my better ones so I'd really appreciate it if you could vote/comment thanks