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Cut

I can't seem to hide my scars,
Because they're all on my arms.
Slashes and cuts written in skin,
Reminders of where I’ve been.
Inside my head's a chaotic scene,
So bad that I feel like I'm in a dream.
Terrified by what I'm feeling in every way
I just want to slice my arms like they were being filleted.
To end my life then and there and make sure I bleed out,
I used to cut to feel the pain but that’s not my motive now.
Written by PleasuresOfPain
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Author's Note
I’m so sad these days and writing about suicide eases my emotional pain...
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