I need to take a hit; just a quick fix; it’s been so long since- the last time I slit, my skin.
You know what I mean; we all have a crutch to lean; takes the edge off things; a little relief it seems: no spin.
I’m spiraling right now; losing control somehow; wanna let it out right now; feel the blade-relief right now: my sin.
This is my drug of choice; this is how I use my voice; lines on paper, make some noise; no pain, no regret- it’s my choice: my skin.
No, it’s not the same; this release minus the pain; no cuts- I feel no shame; GOD help me to maintain: my skin.