Emotions hide inside.
Deep. 
So deep there's only one 
way to let them free, really. 

Maybe more than one. 
The more sensible one would be
pen to paper, i suppose.
Not enough i fear though. 

My mind rushes
along with adrenaline in my veins.
I pick it up. 
My partner in crime.

Run the tip of it 
across my skin. 
Collect my thoughts and
tease myself with the knife.

Sometimes i want to cut
deep. 
So deep that it reaches my 
hidden thoughts and emotions. 

I beg for the 
blood to trickle down my skin already.
But the knife isn't deep enough yet.
Now? Can i saddisfy my needs now?

I suppose it would be alright.
Yes. Now's perfect.
A straight line. 
On the lower left side of my stomach. 

God, this feels great. 
Close to dead inside till this moment. 
So liberating. 
I need to come back to reality. 

I hate these stupid 
fucking
feelings that won't let me be. 
No clue really how to rid them.

This is the only way i really
know how to. 
Everything else won't work for me.
Even 5 minutes of peace will do. 

That's about 5 minutes more of happiness.