Slash \\|//

Why do I have so much anger?
Rage?
Obsession?

I need to let it all out,
but how?

I go to the nearest room,
i rummage through my bag,

"OUCH"

My finger caught the prey.
I take out a tiny razor,
it lay against my flesh,
i swipe it across my breaking skin fast and sharp,
blood running down the sides of my hands.

Through the door over to the sink
Washed off my wrist,
and covered it up with makeup.
It was a little noticeable,
if you were examining my wrists!!

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Christine