Sharp metal kiss

I live for. 

Bleed for it. 

Die for it. 

I need it.

More then I ever felt I have

The count is up to 50.

The goal?

You don't want to know.

He's not happy. 

And he tries.

All he can. 

But..

I can't stop. 

If it's not vodka

Or nicotine. 

It's blood. 

Drawn by my own hand. 

I've been knocked down far. 

And I still can't get back up... 

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Interesting....but i like the message in this. The thought that some will do whatever they can to kill themselves a little more. To cause themselves pain in anyway they can, just to feel alive. Just to feel escape for a little while. To be gone from this world for only a few minutes, without the chaos, without the yelling bodies around us, the anger, disappointment. Any cause we want that will hurt us, we will take the risk to believe that it will protect us...take us away, keep us safe for that moment in time.

[Kitten]

Yes. Exactly.