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This blade controls me
This blade enters my skin without stuttering
This blade knows it's home within me
This blade hasn't yet cut too deep but has taken my life, you see
This blade is my life now
This blade slices through my skin like a hot spoon through butter
This blade draws art on my wrists and writes stories on my thighs
This blade will one day end my total existence
This blade is my addiction, you see
This blade has become my infatuation
This blade is wrecking me
This blade is scarring my skin with shiny white lines
This blade makes me joyous
This blade forces me to cut my activities short so it can cut my skin
This blade is my bestfriend, because when
This blade allows the red to run free of my flesh, I get giddy with excitement
This blade comforts me
This blade will be here 'till the end...
{m.r.l}
 Apr 2014
Sarah
how do some people
not feel the need to
hide their tears?

how is it easy
for some people
to express their feelings?

how do some people
manage to cry
in front of the others?

how is it simple
for some people
to state what they feel
about things?

how is it acceptable
for some people's souls
to tell the world that they
are not happy?

how is it possible
not to hide something,
anything?

God, how i wish i knew how.

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