In the last stanza, I feel that the subject He could be confused with a boyfriend. In my mind, when I wrote this, i was thinking about my rapist. He was in my veins, the memory coursing through my body, and the only thing that really helped was cutting. I realize the danger in this now, and I have stopped even though I still struggle with this addiction. 

I am going to leave this the way it is though, I like that it isn't spefic with who I am talking about, and that it could be anyone that I am talking about. I think it makes it more relatable to other people, which is kind of the goal here.