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Tears stream down my face

irrendescenct drops of tainted water

mix with the crimson falling from my wrist

I take the knife in the air

ready for another slash

pondering what would happen

if i really had the courage to press down hard

would i just keep bleeding crimson

or would the blood turn black as coal?

Or would i end up dying?

I take that risk as i take the shiny piece of metal

and touch my scarred skin

I start to cut in nice patterns

to release the hurt i feel within....