Depressing Poem #I lost count ._.

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⚠️self harm⚠️



They hack mercilessly,
At the once soft flesh,
Enjoying the sound,
The sound of spliting skin.

They watch the blood ooze,
Staining the once white floor.
The blood, a crimson hue,
Makes them smile.

The scars are now littered everywhere,
Yet are hidden.
Laying in plain sight.
But remaining unseen.

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