I slide to the ground,
the need coursing through my veins;
I feel myself losing control.
The blood tries to burst through the skin
but with out the razor,
it sits and waits to pool.
I grab my hair and hold on tight,
the pain of needing to hurt more scares me;
I try to fight it all off.
The darkness of the room drags me deeper,
I want to break code,
The need is starting to win.
My skin feels bare without the long lines,
and I can almost see every sharp object in the room;
Why can't I fight it anymore?
The blood in my body screams,
"LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!"
And I want to comply.
I don't want to fight anymore,
The razor tickles between my fingers,
and I let it sweep over me.
I've lost again.