Sharp-Edged

Dedicated to @spikekutter

Feeling of cold, & hard
Sharp-edge in my hand,
Against my wrist
Oh, how good it felt
I love the feeling

The feeling of
Pleasure I get from cutting
Pain I get from cutting
Even gore and the horror of movies
Gives me the urge

Mind you,
I don't want to die
But I used to,
I've died, &
I've raised from the dead.

Mind you,
Death scares me
Don't ask me why
For I don't know
What, how, nor why

For now, I want to live
But the urge of cutting
Yet continues
I must warn you
Don't start

For if you do,
You will get addicted
I for one am,
You will get lost,
I for one am

For me, it controls
Emotional pains
Confusion
Loneliness
Angers

Now you know why
I loves needles
As you can see
Some pierced area
On my face,

Now you know why
I want tattoo
All over my body
I use them to ease the pain
Erase the hurt

My life,
Only if
You've wore my shoes &
Walked a mile, see what I saw
Experiences what I experienced

You'll understand
My craving
My pain
My thoughts
My feeling

Yes, you will understand
Only if you've gone through
What I've gone through
Only if you've done
What I've done

You'll understand
It's addicting
You'll understand
Its power over you
Yes, you'll understand my craving