Every now and then I hurt myself again. when I think about the past I turn into my Masochist

Leopold had it right when i want the pain I grab my butterfly knife

The blood runs quick down my skin another slash as I take a breath in. I bare my teeth, this cut is deep but not as the scars that wake me from my sleep.

There must be another man inside. One who knows my problems one who wades against the tides.

He stands alone with my self- esteem on his A list. He wants me to scream and suffer as if I was the number one song on his playlist, and he deleted all the others

a dare devil stunt I always do. Though I will probably die, but the masochist inside me will say go ahead and try

A two story window the cement down below. I wonder what he'll think of next. With my foot on the windowsill just wondering how good the surgeons can sew.