New Scar

While everyone is asleep,
I am up in my room,
With a knife in my hand,

The knife caresses my skin,
Teling me it wants more from me,
More from my flesh,

As i lift up my shirt sleeve,
I see all the scars i have made in the past,
Made from all my pains,
All my hurts and sufferings,

I want more, more than this life
But for now i am content with a knife in my hand,
And i new scar on my wrist

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