Cutting Myself
Broken glass
Shattered mirrors
Telling lies
Backward fears
Searching not seeking
What is wrong
Chaos of pain
Printed ink
Weathered not stained
Blood in the sink
Crying
I find peace when the blade leaves my hand.
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