Loneliness
just a pinch
just a scratch
just a graze
don’t worry about that
just a mark
just a burn
here is where this takes an evil turn
mummy doesn’t kiss my cuts better anymore
or help me sleep like she did before
instead i’m all alone on the bathroom floor
with a razor in my hand,
just one more?
-unKnown Person
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