Your arms, covered in them.
Your legs,let's not even start.
Forever your 120 slits will be a reminder.
That one, of when your step dad threatened you.
That one, when your best friend hated you.
Never an alternative.
The blood was symbolic you say.
It was the pain flowing out slowly.
But everyone has pain.
Without any, your nothing.
 
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