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I bring the blade Against my skin And whisper Please don't do this again A tear slips down As the first drop is seen But yet I still find A sense of relief And despite my silent protest My hand keeps moving Again and again and again And before to long My side burns with pain From opening the scars That haven't yet healed From the last unbearable pain The blood trickles down And I sigh in relief Because at the moment I can't feel anything No pain or grief, all I feel is numb As I stare blankly at the blade Not caring enough To stop my endless charade I don't want to cut I know that it's bad But the pain it takes away Only makes me feel glad.
