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Needing my addiction
Trying to escape the pain inside
Needing to cut release the anger.
Relieve myself of this pain.
I hunger for the razor please.
Reaching out my arms.
Waiting so desperately for the blood
The pain, I can’t erase, nothing is better.
I feel nothing, I fear not the razor.
The deeper I cut the happier I get.
When the cold blade is pressed against
My dark skin. The hunger takes over.
I am a victim to my own hand.
My beautiful skin, My beautiful scars.
I needed them so helplessly.
My emptiness was nevermore.
I am screaming inside me to get out.
Cut to my bones I am so tired.
Let me sleep now let the pain engulf me.
It doesn’t hurt; It is my love and my shield.
I need the pain to keep me alive.
To keep me going from day to day.
I need the pain to erase my mind.
I need the addiction of my silver friend.
~Kesha~
