The aching for the blade.The ability to tend to your wounds with first aid.The feeling of metal under your skin.The jolt of adrenaline as you tear you..
On good days, I hate to see them on my wrist.I glance away and clench my fist.Why would I ever want to do it, anyway.My friends say they don't want me..
There are people that put me down.Mom says they do it because I smile so much and all they do is frown.They call me names I don't care to repeat.The t..