Some call it crazy,Sum say it’s sick
Bt I thnk it’s fredom
d pain is fierce bt quick
Sum say tht it’s a sin
Jst a little to risqué
...Bt it helps release d pain
Tht I go thro evryday
d blades sharp n cold
As it runs acros my skin
Leaving me to ponder
n decide hw deep I cut in
d icy chill running down my spine
Makes me feel at ease
I no longer feel like a coward
F**king up on everything with every breath I breathe
But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long
It’s like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained
Burned into my skin forever
Becoming a part that I cannot escape
Sometimes I just want to hurt all over
To scream at the top of my lungs until they break
I want to escape from my sadness
It’s taking over me
Why can’t I just rest
Why won’t it let me be
I just want to be free
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I don't know where, at what point on the internet I've arrived, but it's comforting. I'm not suffering alone.
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