Considered to be old fashioned,

But I just want affection,

Affection from the only one,

That gives me the infection.

I want to feel the cold,

Sleek against my flesh,

I want to see the self abuse,

The blood that's red and fresh.

I often front a happy face,

With an innocent smile,

But those who know me all too well,

Know I've been this way a while.

Hiding in the shadows,

To prevent the evil glares,

I once tried to convince myself,

I'm the only one who cares.

Even though I know this isn't so,

I still thrive on this abuse,

I've tried to stop, I've tried to end it,

But it's simply no use.