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The Cold Icy Blade
The cold icy blade,
Running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down,
Drop by drop,
To the sink below me.
I feel calm and in control.
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing its job one time, two times, three and more.
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, and my heart pounds faster.
I wake up the next day groggy and confused,
People pounding on the bathroom door,
And my brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face
Because they can’t know.
They won’t know.
I’ll find an excuse. For everything.
And their world will be fine,
No matter if mine is a living hell.
They’ll never know. Until it’s to late.
Running across my skin,
Sending chills down my spine.
Crimson blood running down my wrist,
Dripping down,
Drop by drop,
To the sink below me.
I feel calm and in control.
The devil inside me has taken my soul.
The blade doing its job one time, two times, three and more.
My vision goes blurry, the room goes dark, and my heart pounds faster.
I wake up the next day groggy and confused,
People pounding on the bathroom door,
And my brain pounding in my head.
I put on my best face
Because they can’t know.
They won’t know.
I’ll find an excuse. For everything.
And their world will be fine,
No matter if mine is a living hell.
They’ll never know. Until it’s to late.
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