WRITTEN ON: MARCH 26TH 2008 Metal meets flesh and blood drips down my skin. Time for my razor blade ritual to begin. This realease of pain and hate. My only constant date. This sweet sweet pain. I know i know its insane. But for that one moment that my skin is ripped by the blade. Im suffering from pain that i made. Not a punch from my dad. No the emotion of being sad. Not from people who are cruel and mean. Not from a voice unheard or unseen. It was by my own hand! My own deamand! Its 9pm and my blade has met skin. Time for my razorblade ritual to begin....