I can't feel it anymore.
That weight on my chest. That pain in my heart. That confusion in my mind.
I can't feel it anymore.
The uncertainty, the insecurity,
The Worry.
It all fades
With every slice, with every cut
With every drop
It's all erased with the scars I create.
I get moments of bliss with every kiss of the knife.
I find peace within each wound
I find my sanctuary in mutilation.
I find assurance in my masterpiece.
These scars are my creation.