Neon Lights

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Prologue

Picking up a razor, I gaze at my arm.

Thus begins the cycle of my self-harm.

Slicing my wrists, carving my thighs,

Now my skin matches how I feel inside.

Cutting deeper than ever before,

I am frightened yet relieved as blood begins to pour.

I sit in this corner, drenched red

Wondering if somehow I'd be better off dead.

Tears stream down my pale face,

Feeling I simply don't belong in any place.

I can't be your perfect missing puzzle piece,

When I would give up this life just to have peace...

I am broken, I am scarred, I am unfixable...

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