1 year, no 1 day clean..

I find myself dancing in madness deep. Whispers beckon, a twisted melody, Guiding my hands to where the pain sets free.

Each scar a story, etched upon my skin, Invisible ink, where my torment begins. The sting of metal, the rush of release, In this deranged waltz, I find my peace.

I thought I'd escaped, left it all behind, But the voices linger, tormenting my mind. Temptation calls, seductive and sly, Drawing me back, where sanity dies.

In the chaos of my mind, I seek solace, In the razor's edge, in the darkness. But with every cut, I'm left to bear, The weight of madness, the burden I wear.