twisting and turning <br />being dragged it seems <br />but by what <br />and what through <br />who is my attacker <br />where is he taking me <br /> <br />my attacker is me <br />i attack myself <br />with knives and daggers <br />fire and razorblades <br /> <br />when the blade pulls <br />across my skin <br />i feel heat <br />then relief <br />then the pain <br /> <br />when the pain comes <br />i scream loudly <br />i turn up the music <br />so you cant hear me <br />i just scream louder <br /> <br />the pain subsides <br />my screams turn to whispers <br />responding to the voices <br />in my head <br />telling me do it again <br /> <br />so i take out a lighter <br />i hold the flame <br />to my skin <br />untill it blackens <br />and red liquid drains <br /> <br />the voices say <br />turn the music louder <br />dont let them hear you <br />you deserve the pain <br />you know you do <br /> <br />and i know i do <br />i deserve pain <br />excruciating pain <br />i need it so bad <br />i crave it so much <br />as i pull the blade across again<br /><br />toxicity ryan adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/attacker-2/
