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.