Mmmmmmm....
Blood... leaves behind a warm, bitter taste which unusually leaves behind a feeling of satisfaction, of release.
Is it weird that i enjoy the taste of my own blood?
or is it just plain fcuked up?
well im sure that more than a few hundred people agree with me.
Its not really the taste thats enjoyable, its more the meaning behind it, the feeling of release from a cocoon so.... restricting, don't you agree?.
when i bleed, my body leaves behind an eery yet empty feeling around the wound. its as if i dont feel the pain, but linger the sweet release it brings me.
when i bleed, its when i feel most at home. More calm than i've ever been... i wonder if this is why emos do it, to experience that high, to feel all that pain and hurt leaving your body. nevertheless i am not one of those fcuked in the head stereotypes. I am just well... me. nothing more, nothing less.
Pain?
well everybody hurts from time to time, isnt that right?
some people find ways to relieve their pain, emotions or internal hurt like talking to friends, experimenting with drugs crying or just cuddling with loved ones or some people just scream like a little bitch and wine about it, punching everything in their way.... so pathetic.
when i urge for a release from this world, there's nothing that brings more satisfaction than self wounding with a knife. It's like my personal high :)
u mad?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
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