Drip, Drip, Drip
I wonder why
Why not my wrist?
Why blood on my thigh?
A release of pain
Through self-mutilation
The allure of the knife
Bitter temptation
Slice away anxiety
Hate drips to the floor
Slice away my life
I cant take it anymore
Skin opens up to a crimson well
My dreams drown in the red
I have to bleed away my pain
I get it out of my head
So the scars accumulate
And the numbness makes me sane enough
I can take the knifes blade
But the self hate is really rough
 
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