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Pain/Anger/Insanity The soft swirl of incense
Dances on the ceiling
My mind is numb
No more feeling
I gaze intently
At my scarred skin
So easy to open me
And see within
The raw edge of the knife
Slices through my arm
Never feeling any pain
Nor causing any harm
Yet with every little slice
I want more blood to pour
It's funny how I've forgotten
What I even started for.
I was like that at first... I couldn't remember why I started cutting in the first place. But gradually I remembered every little scar on my skin and the memories behind it...