Need It Want it Have it

Tears start rolling down my hot cheek as I see the crimson fliud pouring from the cuts in my scarred flesh.

It seems as though this is the only way I can find relief from the thousands of emotions that swim in and out of my soul everyday.

Feelings of insecurity, lonliness, depression, and anger pour from my wounded flesh.

How can some tiny piece of metal casue so much damage to the delicate skin thats done nothing to deserve the scars that will be left after I am done releasing my emotions?

The relief is only temporary, but now I rely on it.

I need it.

I want it

And now, I have it.

Author's Note

ignore spelling. I was in a rush.