When you cut
The skin around it puffs, red like wine
The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line
It tingles and burns at first
But then it feels good, so that's the only worst
Your body is in pain but your mind is at ease
It feels so good, and your mind asks for 'Just one more cut please'
One turns to two, two turns to four
At this point you just keep cutting more
There's no stopping yourself from the warmness flowing though
Everyone else is happy, so why cant you be too?
The blood starts to drip and roll down your skin
And a smile appears from within
When you cut.
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Its hard to hide your story when its written all over your body.
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One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts
Four
Come on darling, what's one more?
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts
Eight
Oh, what a mess this will create
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Ripped apart,
Limb by limb
Shattering bones,
Heart caving in.
Self mutilation,
Scar after scar
Empty and hollow
Worn like tar
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