When I Cut I am Okay

Veins all through my arm,
Gushing constantly.
Contemplating death,
When the blade cuts tauntingly.

Voices in my head,
They're screaming through non-stop.
"Go on, do it, kill yourself!
It wouldn't be a shock!"

Drops of blood design,
This story on my arm.
A picture's worth a thousand words,
It sets off life's alarm.

Scars left long behind
Remind me every day.
Of all the pain and hurt I feel.
But when i cut I am okay.

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