Do you not blush?
Ever so
As eyes scroll along your arms,wrists
Perceiving your deepest secrets
Marked vividly upon your fists
You do not once,not twice,but repeatedly.
Know not
When to stop
What is it you truly desire?
Do you even know?
The pain as you slice the ever so delicate flesh reminding you,
Of how broken and distorted you are
Or is it the blood?
Dripping crimson
Darker and darker,urging you to slash some more
You feel the deafening
Scream within your heart
Flashbacking
Perhaps its the actual scars themselves that give you the satisfaction
Everytime,
Slash
Flash
More tragically significant
Deeper and deeper
Yet
You
are
not
an
Attentionseeker