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the blade
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Anger Within the blade
so strong
with
each silver eye
looking at me
wondering
waiting
for me to cry
so I can use it
to make myself
bleed
one more time
releasing the pain
that you constantly bring
to my being
in my pocket
beckoning to me as I
try to forget
about the urge
to cut out my heart
one more time
because it hurts like hell
to be inside me
as I hold it near to me
squeezing
to conceal it from the
world
watching my scars heal
one by one
feeling the rush of the
physical pain
outside myself
the blade is the only
incessant
necessity of my life
because
nothing else seems to
work
