I've lost control.
The pain, it overwhelms me.
I don't want to think anymore.
It hurts too much to think.
My eyes are dry.
The tears have all been shed.
I can't cry anymore.
It hurts too much to cry.
I want to be in control.
I need to control this pain.
I don't want to be lost anymore.
I have to find a way out.
I pick up the scissors.
These will give me a way out.
I'm not lost anymore.
I start to feel the pain.
I am in control.
My cuts begin to bleed.
I am not trying to deal with the pain anymore.
I am creating it.
I am addicted to the pain.
The wounds begin to heal.
I won't forget how to be in control.
I can see the scars.
