I'm okay.. I'm okay...

- one shot should clear up some space..

I have long since forgotten the feeling of a blade slicing into my skin. How I've missed the sight of my own blood pushing through my flesh, dripping down my arm into the sink and dying the water red.. a deep dark red. The sight of my life slowly being washed away. I have all but forgotten the pungent copper scent that lingers in my nose. Running my fingers across the cuts, how they protrude from my skin, the slight burning sensation.. This. This is the only thing I have full control over. No tears invade my eyes as I cut and cut and cut deeper, deeper into my flesh. The sound of the knife digging into my skin, as it slides across over and over. The sadness subsides and this moment is as close to peace as I'll ever be. And now, whenever I feel overwhelmed or feel as though the sickening sadness is attempting to strangle me.. I just cut more and I feel okay again. I'm okay. I'm okay, I promise.

Thanks.