Craves.

Sitting in class,
Your teacher is boring,
Everything is boring.

You're so sad..and hurt.
No one cares. Their just curious.

Taking your pencil's eraser,
You drag it across your skin,
Again,
Again,
Again,
Until your skin starts to tear apart,
But you dont stop,
The feeling is just so strong,
Keep going. Don't stop.
Your arm is burning,
But you don't care.
You grind your teeth together,
You can see your red flesh.

...

And then you flip the pencil.
Digging it in your skin,
Enjoying the pain.
Watching the blood flow,
Dripping onto the floor.
Wanting more.
Your arm is so sore.
But you aren't done.
More burns, more marks,
More blood,


Oh you'll go so far.