Addiciton

She sits at home razor to her skin making cuts that weep blood the pain/pleasure fueling her addiction. More. She wants- no- needs more. More pain (ithurtsbutitfeelssogood) thats not really pain, more cuts (dontletthemseecantletthemsee) that no one can see, and as she presses the razor down, cutting into the skin, a sense of relief blossoms in her chest. Her addiction to this pain/pleasure is satisfied- for now.