Self Inflicted Wounds

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Self inflicted wounds take the longest to heal.
Unfortunately, those little bastards are also the easiest to re-open.


The don't hurt at first, like a bruise your don't remember getting.
But once your realize it's there, the damn thing won't stop throbbing.


So you massage it; apply ice, heat, ointment; anything really,
but it never helps. Instead, you wind up rubbing it raw - a
fresh wound.


Then, you Band-Aid it, because God forbid you should actually
treat it properly, let it heal. No, you're too stubborn for that.


After a while, the bandage becomes irritating, so you take it off.
Things are fine for a while, but then the scab starts to itch.


You begin scratching and scratching, frantically clawing at a
little piece of coagulated blood. Finally, it pays off; the scab
pops off.


Another fresh wound, oozing blood. You realize your stupidity;
rush to the bathroom, disinfect it; slap on some Neosporin.


A few days go by; the scab begins to fall loose, and you know
you should let it fall off by itself, but you don't. Idiot.


New wound. New cycle. More pain. You're a masochistic fuck;
you know that?!


But eventually, you'll learn; you'll stop hurting yourself.
But not before it scars; no. You'll always have the scars.