Don't do it. I want to do it.Don't do it. But i want to

I wanna cut.

I wanna cut.

I wanna cut.

I wanna cut.

I wanna cut.

Fuck, i wanna cut!!!

I miss the beautiful numb the sinking of the blade into my flesh can bring.

not only do i miss it, i NEED it. I fucking need it.

Don't cut, not worth it.

But i want to. I need to.

I've been resisting so long i think i'm going insane.

The tsunami of emotions cannot be held at bay without the help of my blade.

I keep breaking without the aid of its strength.

Went to hide it, but i can always find it.

But i don't really care about that..

I want a new one, a fresh one, a really sharp one.

Fuck fuck fuck. Lemme cut.

Please, i can't stand it any longer.

I wanna cut so fucking bad.

Shit.

But at the same time i DON'T want to cut.

Not giving in to an obsession IS a form of strength, after all, and i like it.

I wanna cut.

Don't cut.

I wanna cut.

Don't cut.

I wanna cut.

Don't cut, please, don't cut.

(Don't do this to yourself,

Your friends,

imagine how your friends would feel if they found out you cut yourself yet again)

But, damn, it's so hard not to.

I wanna cut wanna cut wanna cut.

Don't cut don't cut don't cut don't cut don't cut. don't cut don't cut.

Damn it don't cut!!!

Fuck you, just don't do it!!!

fml.