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When I first did it
it hurt.
My fingers shooks
my body was shaky
I couldn’t stop the tears
-oh God how I wanted them to stop.
The first time I did it
I was hooked.
Like any drug
it took only once.
When I would cry
it was the first thing to come to mind
what a perfect release
an escape route that calmed me.
it hurt
-or it should have
but as I begun to do it more
I started to like it.
The feel reminded me I was still alive
seeing the blood slide down my leg
was so exhilarating
so enticing
but I knew I had to stop.
I couldn’t stay addicted
hurting myself would do nothing
other than leave scars
I tried to stop
but i was hooked
with every sorrow
every tear
I was brought back to the knife
brought back to the sting
-oh how i loved that sting
it controlled my life.
Then you came in
I still crave that feeling
I still desire my own oasis
but you show me that it hurts
it is you who pushes away temptation
it is memories you’ve given me
that are my salvation
that keep my skin uncut.