It takes me over,
Control,
Gone.
Willpower,
Able to say “no,”
Gone.
My Life is slipping away,
One cut at a time.
Warmth and comfort with every slice,
A smile forms.
My body has taken over,
My hands no longer listen to me.
The pressure,
The relief,
Such satisfaction.
Puddles form on the floor,
Arms covered with a crimson fluid.
This pain,
Is what I live for.
This addiction,
Keeps me going.