Lances pov

After another day of insults, i feel a burning itch, a sensation I can't fight off.

My arms tingle at the thought of grabbing that metallic object again and just slice through my skin.

No...I would only be in pain, it's not good, would hunk want me to do this...no. I shouldn't, its so bad.

But no matter how hard I try to convince myself I shouldn't i just can't...

The idea of silencing my thoughts with one swipe of my hand, the thought of making my pain go away just for a minute by dragging metal through my skin seemed almost to good to pass up.

As my thoughts continued my arms burned, and before I knew it I was standing in the bathroom glaring at the cabinet where my razor was.

No I don't need it.

Its the only thing to stop the pain.

Tears spill over my eyelids wetting my skin.

I my hand starts to reach up to open the cabinet, it trembles the closer it gets. As soon as my hand touches the glass surface my whole body trembles. I open it and as soon as my hands grabs the metallic object my body stops shaking, my hand stops shaking.

It feels so right to hold it in my hand.
I am so close to being pain free, I can't let it slip through my fingers.

And just like that I lift my sleeve, I stop suppressing the terrible names they called me, and monstrous thoughts, I let them fly at me with each one another scar was added to my limb.

Today....I lost, there is always tomorrow, tomorrow I won't cut, tomorrow i will be stronger.

But in the end I know I will fall once again into my thoughts and I will fail to be strong.