Wednesday, 17 April 2013

Overthinking

Tearing at my skin in the early hours of the morning. I've always preferred notches over lightly dragging a razor across what's on the outside, the deep reach is soothing. This is not an attempt on my life, maybe an attempt to settle my mind. Half-hearted scratches are no more than a tease, hanging relief over your head. If you'll mark yourself at the very least make it satisfying and keep it close, personal.