The knife plunges in and takes away my internal pain.
The blood oozing out and the knife slashing,
Is the only thing that keeps me sane.
As I watch the deep red blood pour out, I concentrate
On anything but the hurt.
When the blood flows,I feel in control,
Like I'm not just a piece of dirt.
I clean up with the Peroxide.
And as it stings my cuts,
A sigh of relief is let out from deep inside.
I have now punished myself for being born,
At least for a little while,
I can live with the hurt and the scorn.
Until the next time, I put away the knife,
Knowing it's my only friend,
That it helps my deal with my life,
And strangely comforted that it will be the cause of the end.

By Kate
 
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