MorbedIssues666
Cut
Copyright, MorbedIssues666
When i cut myself the pain is brief
it all grows dark and im filled with relief
Somehow the pain keeps me sane, for the scars on my arm cause me no alarm
Sometimes i cut plain lines, sometimes i carve pointless designs
Afterwards i feel the shame i tell myself that im to blame
Covering my bloody arms with a coat i think of how much i wanna slice my throat
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