I Want… I Need

I want to cut.

I want to bleed.

I want to give up.

 I want to surrender.

I want the pain, the heat, the prickling anger of jangled nerves.

I want to focus, calm, soothe my mind on the sting that radiates far beyond the wound.

I want clamoring urgency that draws all priorities to my arm… my skin… my blood… sending every other pain to blissful oblivion.

I want to surrender.

I want to give up.

I want to bleed.

I want to cut.

I need.

I need.

I need.

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