When that blade hits the skin, it release's
ecstasy, bliss almost,
Friends get concerned, Don't do it, please
they beg. It's too late,
With every rip of skin, I laugh.
Then as I wash the blood away in the shower,
I can't help but cry, and look at
what helplessness and defeat I feel.
I know they're standing by me,
but I feel so far away.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
When that blade hits the skin, it release's
ecstasy, bliss almost,
Friends get concerned, Don't do it, please
they beg. It's too late,
With every rip of skin, I laugh.
Then as I wash the blood away in the shower,
I can't help but cry, and look at
what helplessness and defeat I feel.
I know they're standing by me,
but I feel so far away.
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