So here I am again. Only this time, I am high as hell, and I know I am not thinking straight. But yet I want to cut. I want that small little hurt to say that everything is okay. I want that sharp slide that tells me I am still human, that the emotional pain has still not overcome all of me. I want to know that I can handle another day, and be a, well be here. But I know one cut isn't one cut. I know that one cut is just a doorway to another cut. And another. So I know its wrong. But still I wonder, why shouldn't I?
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