My Silver Saviour & The Rush

Click, my silver saviour appears.
Gasp, as it opens my flesh.
Blink, the rush begins.
Gasp, I remove the blade.
Breathe in, as a clean my fresh wound.
Breathe out, I must stay in silence.
Click, my friend baring my blood is vanished for now.
I cover my secret pleasure with fabric items.
Hidden away from shaming eyes.
I do not want to be mocked.
Not shamed.
Not questioned.
Not blamed.
For my pain, and my solution.
Not disarmed.
For the rush will grow worse,
Become hunger, and feed for the thrill.
So when a new saviour comes my way,
The hunger will overwhelm me and pull me away from reality.
The rush will be so breath taking,
That it may be the last breaths I ever take,
Because the trill will become,
                     DEADLY