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by ems Sep 27, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Silence Only tears As I press the blade Against my cold skin Red The blood flows From the wounds Echoing my inner pain Satisfaction As I feel the razor Slicing into me I deserve only pain Anguish As I see what I've done I feel accomplishment As I gaze at the marks upon my skin Stares People are horrified Don't understand why Neither do I