I reached for that knife everyday. Craving the stinging sensation of metal slicing through my porcelain skin making the red look brighter and more vivid than ever. I used to love that feeling of pure agonising pain for the first three seconds and then it was over.Numb.Exactly how I liked it.When you feel nothing.That's what I always wanted - to feel nothing.But then you happened. I no longer wanted to die.Every time you touched my skin burned, making me feel alive. All you did was listen to me.Speak to me. Made me feel wanted,like I wasn't just a waste of space. That my life had meaning. You made me feel.
And for that, I am forever in your debt.
