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This razor is my mistress and the misery is my temptress.

I can’t help but afflict punishment upon myself. Yes, I am

In hell the exact place where my mind dwells. Now I con-

-tinue to kiss my afflictions, I can truly see the beauty with-

-in the struggle. The pints of blood I lost is astronomical, I

Might end up in that horrid hospital taking antidepressants

With side effects that are harsher than my depression. Som-

-eone please answer this question, why does society deemed

Me a freak for kissing my afflictions? It’s the only comfort I can

Find when the doctors confides my soul inside the pill bottles

And makes me suicidal, so excuse me as I continue to kiss my

Afflictions.