Cut here
fulfil my desire.
Body awash with
pain,
but the pain of the physical
pales in comparison with the
mental anguish I have been given.
Cut here
in case of emergency,
break skin.
There's blood inside,
crimson tears to shead.
Drops of remorse
rain over the shadowed tatters
of a life once loved.
Cut here
end it all
sleep forever
in the blessed
darkness
empty oblivion
void without knowledge
feeling
existance.
Cut here...
...and die.
...
© 2006 Nail Bunny
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