What has happened in life, can not be undone. Hiding from the past, avoiding the future, isolated from the present. It stares you down, until your mind can take no more. Feeling the blade against your flesh, as though the two are one. All is gone with a simple swipe of the wrist. The memories which have held you back. The emotions who have overwhelmed and destroyed your mind, cease to exist. The racing thoughts, that have kept you up night after night after night. All this pleasure however, does not come without *consequence*. Scars cover the arms, legs, stomach, hands, everywher. Covered in your own blood from head to toe. It makes you want to bathe in the red liquid. So moist and warm, welcoming and accepting. Addiction takes control, a blade in your pocket at all times of the day. The darkness you have avoided has taken over the fragility of the fragment of light left inside. What started off as a simple escape has turned into life, your life. When the light finds enough energy to fight against the darkness, that is when the madness begins. You scream at passing shadows, crying, begging, craving help. But they never listen. Passing you by, ignoring your pleads, overlooking the (YOU). Soon the darkness regains control, and back to the blade you run. The light defeated, you feel more alone than ever before.
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