Running, constantly running from this nightmare that surrounds me Filling my thoughts, dreams, desires, impulses It's all I can think about Sit and stare at a wall Ignoring the world, ignoring the thought Cut. Cut. Cut. The word fills my mind. I shout back in my head "No! I'm fine! Never again!" Now. Now. Now. "No...no...no..." Yes. Yes. Yes. Need it. Crave it. Do it. Now. Now. NOW. Grab the blade. Stare at it for minutes, hours. The voice whispers in my head Do it. You'll feel better. "You said that last time." It's true. "Liar." Weak. Pathetic. Useless. "I'm not any of that." You'll never be strong without me. "Leave me alone." Just do it. Do it. Do it. "If I do it will you leave?" Do it. Do it. Do it. Cut. Cut. Cut. Cutcutcutcutcutcut. Blood blood blood. Blade thrown across the room Or put back on the shelf it was resting on, buried beneath medication "I'm done. I don't want to do it again." Helped. Helped. Helped. "Liar." Liar.