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Mental Plagues

All alone to my worthless self,
Itís like my own personal hell.
A pitiful place where I reside,
Where the pain donít subside.

Day in and day out I feel numb,
while waiting for the end to come
I sometimes cut my arms and legs,
the cuts cease all my mental plagues.

After awhile of slashing and slicing,
my wounds are intoxicatingly enticing.
Iím on the verge of losing consciousness,
Iíve lost too much and Im feeling nauseous.

My eye lids are heavy but I feel nothing, Adrenalineís flooding my veins...
I feel my thoughts with no more suffering,
Bloodletting is how I take away my pains...
Written by PleasuresOfPain
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Author's Note
I cut myself in real life and Iíve been doing it for ten years.When I feel pain I feel pleasure instead.Itís how I make it through this life.
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