The comfort of feeling the reminiscing numbness that only past memories know. How only I can feel this deep sorrow.
Touching my soft skin with the heavy feeling of disgust. No pleasure but complete and utter disgust.
Demonstrating to the world the lies I have forever told on how good it feels to live this way. How beautiful the pain can be when you cut deep enough into your own skin.
Red wetness dripping from my nails, how expensive this pain is.
