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.