blood,
knives,
scars,
tears,
pain, its all i feel,
blood, its all i leak,
sorrow, its all i have,
lies, its all i can speak,
the sensation is wonderful,
as soon as its made,
i love the aftermath, the look of all the crimson,
dried on my arms,
my stomache,
my legs,
any spot where skin shows,
so i sit alone in my room,
i do it over and over,
until im a million miles away,
gone, not here, not there,
just...gone.

 
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