I push the razor,deep into my skin,
wanting, needing the pain,it's my escape from reality,
from who I am.
The blood begins to trickle,
to pour down my leg,soothing my emotions,
feeling like velvet aginst
my bare, ugly skin.
The red blood is such
a beautiful sight to me, it
glistens as the light hits it, not
wanting to wash it away, I am
overwhelmed by its beauty.
Who would have thought others
turn there heads at the sight of
blood, while I just stare.
I stare at my pain, my calm,
my hate, my love, I stare at
what could be my end!
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