I cut in to my skin
Deep goes the blade of reason
Out come the pain and disappear
I love the feel of the blade in my hand
Slowly ripping my skin apart
It my way of forgetting
A way of dealing with the shit
That life has handed me
I enjoy cutting my troubles a way
Watching the blood pore out
I love playing with the blood
Spread it all over my arm
I color red looks good on me
Tell me how…
How can a little piece of steel
Being me so much comfort?

 
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