The Touch

Razor blade to skin
It's this sick kind of
Bliss
Some choose heroin or meth
I chose the blade
The cutting of my skin,now that is my drug
I hate that I do this to
Myself
But it's hard to kick an addiction like this
Most don't understand what its like
To put the blade to your skin
It's this kind of high you can't imagine
For that split second all your pain is
Gone
The cut silences the voices for a second
It's like an escape from everything
Even though it's only for a little bit
But the cutting isn't the scary part
The scary part is when they heal
And the scars begin to fade
Then you get dragged back to the
Blade