Is it strange to hurt yourself?
Is it strange to enjoy hurting yourself?
Is it strange to miss hurting yourself?
Is it strange to smile
when you finally see red roll down your skin again?
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
Strange
Is it strange to hurt yourself?
Is it strange to enjoy hurting yourself?
Is it strange to miss hurting yourself?
Is it strange to smile
when you finally see red roll down your skin again?