My head is pounding
A small trail of blood trickles down my hand
It is red and bitter,but somehow perfect
It is a gift,a curse and so wonderful in it's horrible self
I want to hate it,but somehow i love it
It is a relief,a burden,a lifestyle
I can lose myself in it like I do
But I could lose myself to it too
I'm feeling so numb
This is my escape
To release and feel alive
It is unnatural but it is the only thing that feels right
You do not understand but I do
I know how it feels
To love what hurts you
If I could stop,what I really want to?
These cuts don't kill me
My pain does
 
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