Taunting voices in my head,
Telling me to do wrong,
Laying on my stiffening bed,
I clutch on to the last bit of sanity in my mind,
I run my fingers down my savior,
Feeling every dent,
Every crack,
Every craves,
My desperate heart calling out,
My soul is screaming for the pain,
As my spirit begins to shout I drag the sharp metal over my scared skin.
Pressing harder with each drop of blood.
It starts to burn I I slowly withdraw the blade form my skin
Just to press the blade deeper into another place on my wrist,
The blood trickles down my arm forming streams,
Each one telling its own story,
Each one has their own name,
My eyes trace the pathway made be my own dying mind,
I read the map to my anger and sadness,
It is a map in code,
To hard for most to understand,
I put the broken razor back were it goes and close my eyes,
My mind still screaming for more
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