Addressing A Contradiction.

I wish I had the courage to pull a knife across my skin, I wish I had a way to keep the hurt from seeping in. I wish I could wash the sink and watch water turn red covered up with band-aids as to not stain sheets on bed. I wish I could look at the scars spidering up my arm, I wish I could be brave enough to do myself real harm. But then I think about my friends and it seems a sin to try to hurt myself at all it's really giving in.

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