State of Mind (Pt.24)

Every new emotion feels like another fresh cut to my skin.

Uncontrollable and unexpected.

Salt is sprinkled over the wounds as my mind twists the truth.

I bite the inside of my cheek, holding back my screams.

There is so much that I want to say...

but that won't stop the contact of the blade to my flesh.

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