Knives.
Sleek, silver, shimmering.
It speaks to me,
"Come this way."
Mutilation
Is as bad as you make it.
To us it is just a way
To relieve some pain.
Blades.
They are so great,
emotional shade,
a short escape.
Stitches.
Two now,
by myself.
Still no relief.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
Knives.
Sleek, silver, shimmering.
It speaks to me,
"Come this way."
Mutilation
Is as bad as you make it.
To us it is just a way
To relieve some pain.
Blades.
They are so great,
emotional shade,
a short escape.
Stitches.
Two now,
by myself.
Still no relief.
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