BehindThisSmileIsMe

I came to a conclusion, as you hide under an umbrella in the rain, However your assumptions of me is wrong, despite the logic slain, Cars collide; I stare at the impact, I don't feel the pain, for I stand intact? I notice the distance between a father and his sons' hand, I don't feel the pain, for I still stand? A mother runs towards her struggling kid in the water, I don't feel the pain, for I have no son or daughter? An aged figure breathes slowly as he choose to hide, I don't feel the pain, for I still have time on my side? A child discovers Santa is a lie, I don't feel the pain, for with innocence I waved goodbye? A person rea

I have an addiction. It is called Self-Harm. Self-harmers enjoy cutting, burning, and mutilating themselves. The term is widely misunderstood. We dont do it for the attention, we don't do it because we want to die. We do it for the high. For the rush and the initial "Woah" of the first cut or burn. We do it because it makes us feel better. Scientifically, the release of blood pumps adrenaline and endorphins through us. Which makes us happy. But for me, drawing a razor across my skin and seeing the blood flow, is an ecstacy. I love it, and I hate it. So much. At the same time. Seeing myself bleed is a way for my emotions to be let out.