I have a secret: There’s voices in my head.
“Just do it…” they say “… you know you wanna!”
I’m scared of going to bed at night, that’s when they talk the most. Sayin’ things like: “Cut, cut, cut…” Even when I havn’t done it in a very long time.
Have drawn butterflies on my legs and my arm, but they don’t notice that.
My shaver is my best friend when the voices are killin’ me. My blue shaver with new and sharp razorblades. Gently, like a cats paw, puttin’ it on my thigh and quickly, as a the cats’ claw, pushin’ it down and away.
If I’ve done my job alright, […]