She bites her lip, as the blade slices her skin.
She breathes heavily, as she feels the adrenaline rushing in.
Finally, all the pain she's been feeling, is gone for a little while.
She cleans her thigh off with a towel.
It colors red, as the blood slowly soaks in.
Hiding her blade, she washes the towel, so it won't leave a stain.
Slowly, she comes down from the high, that cutting gives her.
A few hours later, & she does the same thing.
Atleast six times a day, she repeats the cutting.
A/N; I wrote this around January, last year. I hope you like it!
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