The sickly sweet feel of metal on skin, it calls me. I must resist. Ive walked that road before, I have the scars to prove it. It felt so good at the moment, but, like a temptress, left me wanting more each time. It tore my family apart, hurt my friends, scared my baby sister. I thought it was worth it. I was wrong. Its been a year since ive held that blade, a year of healing. My skin still bares the marks. My heart doesn’t. I am free