Sometimes I cut myself,
To see how much I bleed.
The sudden pain,the sight of blood,
The adrenaline rush is all i need
So much anguish and pain,
Built up inside of me.
I keep it all hidden for none but me to see
The needle burried deep inside my skin,
Tearing veins,corrupting arteries,
I thrive of all the pain.
I do all this just because,
My sweet gentle soul has been slain.


 
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