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I slash my skin but no blood comes gushing out

I cut in deeper without hesitation or doubt

there is no wound no cut marks no scars resting upon my skin at all

I wonder if the blade is too dull, maybe the knife is too small

I slash my wrists but there is no bleeding of bright red

why isn't this working I wonder is this all in my head

I cut again and again digging deeper and deeper craving to see bleeding

this is the kind of thing I have been wanting, and something I'm needing

cutting for hours but still no sign of the blood inside my body, has it disappeared

why won't it come out and wash away all of my hurt and pain that I have feared

I stab and stab at my arm but still nothing is happeningthe knife won't go in

and more and more I keep thinking that what I am doing is wrong and is a sin

so I put down my knife and suddenly I realize it is plastic

and I think to myself you fool this is just really fantastic

saved by this toy, that kept me from dying and harming myself, saved my life

this time I'm alive but next time I may not be, your lucky this time it was a fake knife