The book

Read my body,
The scars there tell a tale,
They once were red and bloody
But the stories are not stale.

That's from when he dumped me,
That's when I cheated on him,
Not all self punishment you see,
Some of them should have been on them.

But I take it out on my skin.
Alone with my knife
Alone and crying
I throw away this wasted life.

Alone for always, forever
With me and my insanity
Despite all my endeavors,
I am alone, but never free.

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