Dear Cutting

Dear cutting
I've thought of you lately.
Longing for you atmosphere
Your distraction against what has happened.
The disire strong and clear.
Haunting images of our past affairs.
Within my mind it's drawing clear of fear.
I want to engage in you again.
But the deadly addiction already overcome.
I'm scared to see you.
To go back to "then".
Hello cutting,
I ask you to please leave me alone.
I don't want your help.
I don't like your convincing tone.