Taking the knife of the table,
I'm actually not able.
Able to do the cut,
Able to make the pain stop.
I'm so weak,
Also when I speak.
I yell at myself,
I hate myself.
"Bitch, do the cut!
It can't be that fucking hard!
One cut, then the pain is gone!
Bitch!!!"
That's how I speak to myself,
In the secret silence of darkness.
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