I can't seem to hide my scars,
Because they're all on my arms.
Slashes and cuts written in skin,
Reminders of where Iíve 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 thatís not my motive now.
Written by PleasuresOfPain
Author's Note
Iím so sad these days and writing about suicide eases my emotional pain...
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