You ask me why I do this.
Why I have a blade in my hand and blood on my arm.

You say that I do it for attention.
And your right.

The only kind of attention is of the worst kind.
Your anger towards me is the only kind I can get from you.

I have lingerd for the past where you atlest talked to me.

Althought in the past you showed the same anger gor attention.
But I did not have to couse myself pain to couse you pain.

But now you dont even look at me.
Whin I run the blade across my skin its the same pain that you had once gave
me.

So when I do this it bring me back to happier times.
 
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