I hadn't thought about it

For many years

Eight years remaining clean

Eight years without hesitating

But now,

The urge feels too great.

My skin burns,

Needing to feel the steel

Etch itself into my skin

The urge becomes unbearable.

The need to see my skin bleed

The urge to create more scars.

Each glint of sliver

Mocking me.

Tempting me.

Stay strong.

I chant over and over.

Just stay strong.