Pain, Pain, Go Away.

I awoke with my cheek pressed to the cold tile of my bathroom floor.  I glanced around the room, disoriented.  Why had I been asleep in my bathroom?  Then, I saw a glint of metallic silver on the floor, and my memories flooded through my mind like a tsunami.  I looked down at my arms and gasped.  I had one gash across my forearm, and it was throbbing with each pulse of my heart.  I looked at the floor and saw it dotted with blood.

Then, I was overwhelmed with shame.  Why had I done that!?  I had promised myself that I wouldn't  ever do it, no matter how hard life got!  What if dad found ou- Oh.  That's right.  

I don't have a dad anymore.

I stood and slowly rotated my shoulders, trying to ease away my mental suffering by focusing on my physical pain.  I walked to my room and rifled through my tiny closet until I found a long sleeved shirt.  I quickly cut some holes in the sleeves so I could hide my newest secret.

As I pulled it over my head, I sang softly to myself  "Pain, pain go away," just like I used to when I was a kid and fell off my bike.

I walked down the steps to my kitchen and thought solemnly, It's not the cutting itself that scares me, it's the fact that I enjoyed it.

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