A Never-ending Addiction

It's just a scratch
one small scratch
I wouldn't do anything more,
I couldn't believe it
a scratch on my wrist
I hid it so nobody saw.

Scratching is fine
it's not self-harm
I didn't want blood to be drawn,
a razor, never
I wouldn't go near
could not let my skin be torn.

Oh god the blood
the ribbons of red
the silver sharpening pain,
just cuts on my wrist
it's no big deal
I'm sure i won't do it again.

Ok so there's scars
but it's just my wrists
I've got bracelets to cover those,
I won't cut anywhere else
i could never do that
I'll keep it so nobody knows.

The purest skin
upon my arms
it tempts my blade to fate,
long sleeves are fine
I'm sure i can cope
the heat I've grown to hate.

Cut after cut
upon my thighs
a perfect hiding place,
oh what have i done
it's too late now
a self-harmer has left her trace.