(tw)
i miss the feeling
of driving a blade
into my skin
and tearing the layers apart.
i miss the feeling
of the sting
once the cuts have been made.
i miss the feeling
of blood
dripping down my arm
into a crimson pool
beside my bed.
there was so much
satisfaction
that came with
hurting myself.
i still feel as if
i deserve it.
i do these things
to myself
so i can feel
something.
anything.