Transfer

The familiar burn and ache is in my chest. It's a sign of desire. My body wants the satisfaction of hurting myself. It isn't just a mental thing anymore. Eventually it might get to me and I'm scared. My weapon of choice is always nearby, taunting me. I can see it right now. I want to feel it drag across my skin. This second. The urge is... strong. Stronger than I've ever felt before, causing more fear. Though something is stopping me and the rational part of my brain is thankful. Music can help distract. 18 days. Maybe 19 now? I don't know and parts of me don't give a flying fuck.