I wish I could. I really, really wish I could. No one has ever understood it, have they? The blissful, overwhelming release of it. The pain, the blood. How it just swallows you whole. Makes you forget everything. Blissful, blissful escape.
But the scars. Everyone asks. Everyone knows. Hence the reason my legs are always always covered. Because then... then you can't see them. The scars, the marks left behind. Then, no one knows, no one asks, and I... I break my promise.
I've broken everything else that mattered. Why not? No one has ever kept a promise to me, and they all leave. All of them.
I'm alone.
"Another fault
Another flaw
Pointed out to me
Another cut
Drop of blood
Blurring my vision
I can't see
What do you want?
what do I need?
Stay alive?
I'd rather bleed"
-AEG, pas moi.
My blades... they call my name.
I'll ignore them for now.
For now.
Edit: hahaha! I can't ignore anything for long. And it was everything I wanted and everything I feared. Beautiful.
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