In the state of confusion
Nothing is very soothing
The mind plays games
All in which you are losing
You start to ponder
And begin to cut a tad longer
Your wrists are your canvas
And how you despise the world
Creating art up and down your arm
The weight of your anguish is now free
The daily torment has been bled away
But what will happen when it returns
How much longer will I need to draw the next time around
Burdened with so many issues of feelings
I don’t know whether these tears are from pain or pleasure
Or do I just have both
Maybe one in result of the other
But slowly as the days die out
You calmly drift asleep
Feeling full relief of your work
Another day done
And so many more to come
 
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