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A Scar
My heart starts to scream.
I run to the bathroom and lock the door.
I pull my blade and watch it gleam.
I begin to cry and drop to the floor.
I don't want the blood.
But it's all I need.
I pull myself together from the teary flood.
I just want to bleed.
Now I can hardly breathe.
Trapped in silent screams.
I position the knife on my side,
Once, twice. Again, again I rip my flesh.
This will be hard to hide,
Shit, I've made a total mess!
I stop,
Drop the knife.
I'm cut
It feels so right.
As the blood mixes with the tears.
I see again I am my own worst fear.
A monster,
Impossible to even feel shame.
No longer
Able to trust the sanity of my own brain.
I pull myself together and clean up.
I wash and place a smile on my face.
I live as if nothing happened.
Slowly the cut fades and a scar takes its place.
A scar. Reminding me forever.
This monster is chained, the knife my tether.
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