My Wonderful Peace-a poem about the addiction of cutting.

once you have felt this release, this wonderful peace
for the first scary time
its always there, this screaming need.
crawling, yearning to break free
right now its just a quiet scratching, it can't even break skin.
but its always there-
haunting, daunting
a nasty little voice in the back of my mind, waiting for something to break me
to make me-weak so it can pounce
and after a while, it gets deeper and deeper
deeper and closer to my heart.
and after a while i cant feel the pain anymore. my skin becomes numb and it is nauseating.
it disgusts me.
yet, i move on.
to another region, another place to make numb.
and i wonder-
what will i be once there is nothing but numbness?
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