Mindless harm (a true cutters story)

Living from scar to scar
Waiting for each mark
To engrave itself
Among the rest
To plant itself
And linger red

I dont know why
I still grab the knife
Im not even numb
I swear Im okay
I thought I was done
But then I longed for that taste

I used to grab it when I was down
But now I dont even notice how
The scars sink in one by one
Each the same
But different

Its such a habit now, I dont even think
I slice away without a blink
My wrists cant feel a thing
And all I can think
Is how did they get there
In the first place