Its Just A Sick Obsession
I have cuts up and down my arms
I know its not healthy
But I can't change the way it makes me feel
I love how my heart races
As blood runs down on the bathroom tiles
When I feel that little tingle
I know its real
The feel of metal on skin
Is enough to make me do it again
Its crazy to think that just a few little cuts can feel so good
People tell me to stop
Its not that easy
I have been doing this for seven years
When people ask why I do it
I have to tell them
Its just a sick obsession
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