long time ago … long time ago that i did it .. but i just can’t do it . holding the knife away from my arms .. it’s so hard.. i can’t i just can’t . yeah i regret it but it’s every time the same : he will look at me , slap the wounds , take me in his arms , kiss me , cry’s and all is going to be fine again . .. no! nothing will be fine . the scars will stay and remind me why i did this . and thats pretty much why i can’t stop .. like an addiction . no .. not like , it is an addiction ! just take me away !