I've wiped away the blood
And covered up the scares
So many times
I can not count
I couldn't tell you why
It is just that I crave
The sweet taste of blood in my mouth
And I’m addicted to the pain
That comes with cutting
And I’ve fallen in love
With the scars that are unavoidable
Maybe it's just grown on me
Maybe I don’t notice
All the things I did before
But suddenly
It doesn’t seem that bad
The blood stains normally wash away
Off of my hands and clothing
And it is only myself, that I’m hurting
It truly isn’t all that horrible
I try to convince myself
In fact I like all the screaming
The fire in my veins
I do enjoy self mutilation
I have for years
But eventually
Just like every other addiction
There comes a time to stop
And time passes slowly
Without the taste of blood
Without the sensations
Of that steel blade
Running across my skin
But I know now, it is for the better
That I am more in control
Then I ever have been before
Maybe it actually is a good thing
That I’ve stopped my cutting for good
But oh how I miss it
And ever once in a while
If I allow myself to think
I’ll sit and crave for just one more cut
This is the inescapable haunting of so called
"Beautiful Cutting"
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