EMOtional Release
Self inflicted wounds is how I cope.
With each cut, the feeling goes numb.
The tear reminds me I am alive, giving me hope.
The twitch of the slice releases what I yearn for.
Pain turns into pleasure, suddenly I am in a flood,
Panic turns into relief, it all feels better again.
Warmth piles over spilling as my skin is stained with blood,
The addiction is sustained as the blade wins another match.
With each cut, the feeling goes numb.
The tear reminds me I am alive, giving me hope.
The twitch of the slice releases what I yearn for.
Pain turns into pleasure, suddenly I am in a flood,
Panic turns into relief, it all feels better again.
Warmth piles over spilling as my skin is stained with blood,
The addiction is sustained as the blade wins another match.