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I Couldn't Stop

My hand slowly floating towards my arm...,
Awaiting the right time to start the pain...,
I start... such softness at the start,
Such relief...,
I can marginally see the cuts forming,
Softly still scratching... I can think of why this is happening,
Just sitting still... staring at blanknes...,
Until I finally see the blood coming out,
This overwhelming painful emotion that feels so good...,
Starting to itch faster and faster, harder and harder...,
Just thinking not to stop.

Now I've stopped and now I'm scared,
Why was the reason...? why didn't I stop straight away?
All I can see is blood... and red raw arm...,
Peeled skin, scares...,
Could this become an addiction? It felt so good...,
But now I feel so bad, it burns and burns so bad,
What must I do... who must I see...,
How do I handle this...,
I'm in a corner with only myself blocking the exit.

Description
I Couldn't Stop

My hand slowly floating towards my arm...,
Awaiting the right time to start the pain...,
I start... such softness at the start,
Such relief...,
I can marginally see the cuts forming,
Softly still scratching... I can think of why this is happening,
Just sitting still... staring at blanknes...,
Until I finally see the blood coming out,
This overwhelming painful emotion that feels so good...,
Starting to itch faster and faster, harder and harder...,
Just thinking not to stop.

Now I've stopped and now I'm scared,
Why was the reason...? why didn't I stop straight away?
All I can see is blood... and red raw arm...,
Peeled skin, scares...,
Could this become an addiction? It felt so good...,
But now I feel so bad, it burns and burns so bad,
What must I do... who must I see...,
How do I handle this...,
I'm in a corner with only myself blocking the exit.