Copyright, Bridget

Little drops of blood.
Falling and cascading down my pale arm.
What a day its been.
Why does it feel soo good to hurt?
I am ashamed of who I am and what I do.
How can I escape myself.
I think about the family I have and how much they love me. I just wish they knew. I know I love them but my pain just wont go away.The xacto knife is my best friend and I love it. I will never let it go. Just like my problems, I’m addicted to it. I don’t need any friends, I only need the reassurance that the blade will cut, and I will feel an overwhelming calm. Pain. Yes pain is my best friend.


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