ive been able to hide it pretty well.
tonight though the blotters were just too enticing.
captain morgan was just begging for some lip service.
i didnt smoke. Save Mary! ive got the will power not to!
i hadnt cut myself since i was in high school.
i tried using a dull multi-tool.
useless.
the razors gleamed in my mind; where were they?
theyre a little rusty–then again so am i.
my left arm and shoulder are all puffy from the crappy multi-“tool”.
the razors skim across my skin like an ice skater.
i can see my skin finally breathing as i cut across my chest.
it just needed fresh air–oxidation–which the razors provided perfectly.
i couldnt feel the pain but the feeling against my skin made me happy.
then again everything makes me happy.
im just a happy person :D.