"... disgusted with myself."
I can still feel the blade,
sliding across my skin,
ghosting over the
already blood soaked
scars and wounds.
I can still feel the sting,
the sharp wake up
that comes everytime
it nicks my skin.
And some days,
I still crave the
feeling,
want to do it again.
sliding across my skin,
ghosting over the
already blood soaked
scars and wounds.
I can still feel the sting,
the sharp wake up
that comes everytime
it nicks my skin.
And some days,
I still crave the
feeling,
want to do it again.
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