This is the worst it's ever been;
My dermatilomania is really getting to me.
I need help;
I feel I might need it fast.
The blood won't stop;
I don't know what I've done.
It's sore; it's painful.
But it's too late for me to run.
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PoetryCold. Warm. Dark. Light. There's no difference when all you feel is numb; that's all I ever feel. The physical pain isn't pain anymore, it's relief. It's the words that hurt - only the words. But what happens when you want to use that blade...
