I
wanted it...
I wanted the satisfaction from it;
I wanted to feel that pain again...
I wanted to feel the cold blade against my skin...
I wanted to feel the sting of the metel in my skin...
I wanted to see the blood ooze from my wrist...
I wanted to find a place no one would find it...
I wanted to...
But I didn't want
to feel that pain again...
I didn't want to feel the sting of the metel in my
skin...
I didn't want to see the blood ooze from my
veins....
I didn't want to...
So instead I took the razor...
...and shaved my legs...
...and threw the razor
away;
I got the satisfaction of it...
I didn't hurt myself...
I didn't.
