Pretty dirty nasty little things hidden within lies. The knowledge that for every baby born someone else dies. Paper cuts nicking my skin, the transference of emotional to physical pain--the rush of the release, wrapped in a pupa of self mutilation only heightens the sensation of the blade sliding along my skin taking me back to where it begins

Paper cuts--I'm a rancid little slut or so you've said. I've heard ur voice and listened to ur words but what I do at the end of the day are things I want done my way.

Papercuts I'm ur dirty little whore and I must admit that I adore you..all of u the sanity and madness feels like the blade nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins.

If I act in the manner that you want me to act to the point of subjigating myself and bending to your will..will it make u love me more?

Paper cuts I'm not ur baby anymore..you've replaced me with a darker version of myself that you created like the blade of the razor nicking my skin taking me back to where it begins.

The dirty, nasty things that i did to show u that I loved u and trusted you enough to have sex with you as the last days flow runs between my legs feels like the blade of the razor taking me back to where it begins..

Paper cuts I feel nothing but shame for this because it wasnt a game to me it was my life. The dirty nasty things I allowed u to do to me takes me back to where it all begins just beneath the surface of the skin..The End