It’s made me cry blood mixed tears
Enough for me to pick at new infected scars
Tension and Anger
Not quite sure what I should fear
Consumes at my body
My tightened grip
Made my fingers blue and sweaty
Scared of what move I may make
Like needles in my blood
I shake
This hurt stings like re-torn wounds
Gnawing at myself
Like blood replaced with itching powder
It makes dry bitter skin
My screams getting louder
Nothing but silence
This is my consequence

 
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