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The first time I didn't mean to make the cut I heard dad's bedroom door open I had the razor blade halfway apart He couldn't see So I fumbled I was already shaking and it slipped scrape across my thumb The blood poured out, and I panicked I couldn't feel anything though It was numb And after he left Watching the blood pool out was.... satisfactory I thought of everything that's gone wrong lately And I brought up those dark feelings After the blood ran dry I picked up the blade And began to hack away at my thigh Each bit with a stinging pain But satisfaction all the same Relief like no other A secret almost as dark as the one that bides me to do this I didn't mean to fall this deep But the blade wants more... And I'm not one to stop it
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May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
A Deadly Secret
The first time I didn't mean to make the cut I heard dad's bedroom door open I had the razor blade halfway apart He couldn't see So I fumbled I was already shaking and it slipped scrape across my thumb The blood poured out, and I panicked I couldn't feel anything though It was numb And after he left Watching the blood pool out was.... satisfactory I thought of everything that's gone wrong lately And I brought up those dark feelings After the blood ran dry I picked up the blade And began to hack away at my thigh Each bit with a stinging pain But satisfaction all the same Relief like no other A secret almost as dark as the one that bides me to do this I didn't mean to fall this deep But the blade wants more... And I'm not one to stop it
vanessa-w
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vanessa-w
American
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
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