Agenst my soft skin
I press the sharpe blade
As i commit this deadly sin
One, two, now three lines are made.

Hot tear roll down my cheecks
blood drips down my leg.
Am i some kind of freak?

It dosent numb the pain
only making it worse
" I must be going insain"
i think as i throw down the blade and curse.

"Never again" I make this promise to myself.

 
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