And I crave more
To see the red liquid ooze
Seep from my skin
The angry red lines
And the faded scars
Keep me sane
Give me control
I’ve had a bad day
So I reach for my razor
It has now become
My best friend
Slashing and cutting
Until my arm is sore
Bleeding and crying
Until it doesn’t hurt
anymore.
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