It's the rush, the feeling of pain. That stinging sensation that continues to gain intensity. A sharp knife against the skin, a rush of blood and another scar. The pain lets you know you're alive. It makes you feel in control. And just when you think you're done doing it... you do it again.
You make excuses. You blame it on being clumsy. You lie again and again to cover up your secret. The scars are there, the bruises too. You can't stop. It feels good to hurt. To have the pain and the constant throb of hurt. You want to stop, to end it. People would think you're crazy if they knew. So you tell no one and do nothing. The only thing that's possible is pain.
and you continue to hurt.
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