This addiction which rules my life, My addiction. The razors, the blood, make me feel alive. This outstanding feeling which my life has NEVER given me before. I remember times I was depressed, times I felt alone. Now my only "friends" help me, But they kill me too. They distract me from emotional, mental pain. But they bring physical pain, Physical pain I can control with a swipe or flick of my wrist. Simple? No. The hardest thing I've had to try to do In my life is stop. Terribly hard. Will I ever stop? Only time will tell.