Emotions

Sometimes i crave it. Sometimes. Only sometimes. Sometimes it calls out to me and sometimes i want it. Some may understand what goes on inside of my mind. Only some. Every once in a while i want to feel the burn. I want to be able to have its cold body on my wrist. Maybe they think i'm crazy. Maybe. Maybe they think i need help. Its my addiction. It sooths my soul. I dont do it to feel pain. Not pian. I do it to have all my emotions bleed out. They all disappear. They all leave my veins. One by one they fade. It might be alright. Maybe later on. It doesnt make me feel empty inside. For once i have control. I dont feel so cold anymore. I'm satisfied and warm inside. When i draw a pictue. A picture with a twist. I know it sounds crazy but i draw it with a razorblad. I draw it on my wrist. The blood drops down to the ground. I feel no more pain. No more meaning to my life. No more. I breathe in. I breathe out. It feels so good. I feel alive. I'll stand here with my scars and show you i can be the person i know i can be.