Addiciton

She sits at home
razor to her skin
making cuts that weep blood
the pain/pleasure
fueling her addiction.
More.
She wants-
no-
needs more.
More pain
(ithurtsbutitfeelssogood)
thats not really pain,
more cuts
(dontletthemseecantletthemsee)
that no one can see,
and as she presses the razor down,
cutting into the skin,
a sense of relief blossoms
in her chest.
Her addiction to this
pain/pleasure
is satisfied-
for now.

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savigirl14

Omg....I am about to cry because I have done this before....you feel like the pain is the only thing that helps you. Read my poems because I would like your feedback

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