I love it…
I love feeling the sharp pain as the razor slides across my skin and flesh,creating an opening…
I love the euphoric feelings that comes with every new cut…
I love feeling in control of myself…
I love mutilating myself,through cutting or any other way…
Basically,I only live to harm myself.Smoke as much as I can and hope I get lung cancer.Cut as long and deep as I can until I go to the ER to get fixed.Drink as much as I can,until I collapse into an alcoholic blackout and wake up 24 hours later…
I have learned to enjoy physical pain…As I said,it’s the only thing I keep living for…
Although I enjoy,nay,LOVE,physical pain,I hate the emotional and mental one I am experiencing…I feel as if my dead soul is trapped into this living cage of flesh,and the only way out is to kill the body…Open the cage and let the soul free,free to fly into the infinite darkness of it’s own,dark,depressive abyss…Free to wander around the void of darkness and desolation for all eternity…
I don’t want this life…I never asked for it…I want to be free…
And I AM going to get free…soon…
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I’ve never self-mutilated, although I’ve had many gory “accidents” which I’ve quite enjoyed.
You said it. Flesh is a cage as detestable as any filthy iron bars. I never asked for this, you never asked for this, not one of us ever asked for this. I’ll be damned if I’m going to lift a finger to keep my cage neat & tidy for the warden.