My little addiction ( trigger warning)

I can't feel anything, i want my blade so bad,

The way it feel when it slices through my skin is so irreplaceable.

It slices my pain in two, i feel whole again, even for just a small moment in time.

Is it worth it?

No... Wait... yes.

Confusion is so baring.

I need to grow and mature out of my childish ways.

I am so scared that i won't get the things i want in life.
That they will slip through my fingers like so many before me.

My blade is yelling at me, she is so insistent.

I can't.

The addiction must pass.

My river of tears have dryed up.
I can't cry anymore

Memories, pain, the things i have been through,
I want to accept them and move on.

But the anger, so fiery and brutal, won't let the memories pass.

my blade, by sweet beautiful blade, i need to say good bye, and that i love you.

But can't bleed anymore....