I think I became addicted,

To the scratching on my skin.

And how that skin turns pink and white,

When the sharpest edge digs in.

I think I became addicted,

To the sight of my own blood.

And no matter how deep I go,

It’s never deep enough.

I think I became addicted,

To the feeling of the slice.

When the knife slides back and forth,

Oh how I hate that knife.

I think I became addicted,

To the feeling of the pain.

But it’s never quite enough,

To match the pain that’s in my brain.

I think I became addicted,

Though I don’t want to admit.

Like no matter how hard I try,

I’ll never be able to quit.