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by Rhiannon Sep 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
There are deep cuts on the surface of my skin for everyone to see. I cut myself night after night just to see the blood, As i hold the razor to my skin on this very night, I realize how much its hurting you. It slowly slips from my grasp, I want to feel that pain, to see that blood. But to hurt you would kill me So tonight it ends, I'm stopping now. By:Rhiannon Lee