Cut ( My Take On the Issue)
I never thought about the consequences
I gained as much pleasure as a vampire
watching a humans blood trickle down
When mines erupted from an opening
through a slit that I was so proud to create
I felt a profound sense of calm
we are taught to do our bodies no harm
I didn't smoke
I didn't drink
I didn't do anything
but cut to release the pain
it helped regain my sanity
who would have thought
these little bruises could
be so soothing
they turned out to mean
everything when it rained
I give myself paper cuts on purpose
who ever said I was perfect?
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