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Red, flows the rivers of blood Escaping from my arm and wrist All memories of course Since i refuse to pick up the blade But the longer i stare at the healing scars The greater my temptation grows A violent addiction Like a lion in a cage The strange urge is kept away yet another day And for that I am grateful, but for what? Surely it won't hurt to go at it again The wounds heal, the scars fade, no? Never the less, I won't do it I've come to far, to throw my towel And in all of this, my friends I believe there's a message to receive If you are to find me With the monster's claws on my arm Then truly you will know Something is very wrong © Luca Abate
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Monster's Claws (My Blood Runs Red)
Red, flows the rivers of blood Escaping from my arm and wrist All memories of course Since i refuse to pick up the blade But the longer i stare at the healing scars The greater my temptation grows A violent addiction Like a lion in a cage The strange urge is kept away yet another day And for that I am grateful, but for what? Surely it won't hurt to go at it again The wounds heal, the scars fade, no? Never the less, I won't do it I've come to far, to throw my towel And in all of this, my friends I believe there's a message to receive If you are to find me With the monster's claws on my arm Then truly you will know Something is very wrong © Luca Abate
#love#suicide#cutting#self#harm#depression#anxiety#hope#strength#cut
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
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