I’ve never wanted to cut, but there is that reappearing urge bubbling up to end the breath in this body. The final cathartic expression. Maybe I get what you’re saying.
Cutting helps. Something about the smell of freshly spilled blood. Think of a goal while you do it. Let rage fill your heart. Be at peace while you go about your business.
Yes I agree silversurfer – but the end result is a nasty scar… Not to mention the risk of infection, what about necrotizing faciitis… Anyways fuck that cutting helps and I like it because it’s an easy escape.
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I’ve never wanted to cut, but there is that reappearing urge bubbling up to end the breath in this body. The final cathartic expression. Maybe I get what you’re saying.
I get you… I often fantasize about the final exit and it is cathartic you’re right.
Cutting helps. Something about the smell of freshly spilled blood. Think of a goal while you do it. Let rage fill your heart. Be at peace while you go about your business.
Yes I agree silversurfer – but the end result is a nasty scar… Not to mention the risk of infection, what about necrotizing faciitis… Anyways fuck that cutting helps and I like it because it’s an easy escape.