~**♥**~ My 1st. Cutting as a child ~**♥**~

A little girl raised in fear
Everyday seemed so weird
with strings attached
to control each move

Walk here, not there
your not going anywhere
Do as I say, you
don't want to burn
Stay away from everyone

One day without plans
she put a gen
to her hand
Huffin and puffin
with sweaty hands

Her heart pounded
the adrenaline rush
Slashing her hand
a moment of lust

Feeling no pain
the gen was released
The little girl ran
bonding and pleased
She summoned a pleasure

She did'nt understand
but until this day. . .
has been her faithful
Left hand.