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each wound opens up old scars (darker than the other poem i wrote on cutting)

i sit in my room listening to the flesh rip
each slash creating art along this bloody canvas...
old scars slit open and release the dirty blood
each new wound becomes a new regretful scar ...

[...it used to only be the arms but has rapidly slipped
falling lower to several slashes to the wrist...
i don't want to end my life but things are tough
sometimes i wonder do my family show me love...]

the closest friends i have are now my family
only they know what's happening to my life...
my so called biological family couldn't give a fuck
if only they knew what hell they've put me through...

[/font][...i don't even shed a tear or scream with the pain
i'm beginning to enjoy the feeling of living...
as my breath slows down i notice the blue stains
staining my lips with emotions that are unforgiving...]

hit me with mental daggers and physical wounds
it's all you're all good at to make me suffer...
one day you will see the truth of pain
i'll show you this masterpiece you helped with...
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[...with each day i see the blood fade from sight
but the scars remain with hidden words...
you may realise that my life is a fight
or just see that its completely blurred...]
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[/font][/b][/i]each new wound becomes a new regretful scar ...
if only they knew what hell they've put me through...
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i'll show you this masterpiece you helped with...
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i shall show you the meaning of true pain!

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