Relapse
Blood turns to scars,
It is over and done,
The battle...I finally won.
I’m walking on air,
Unprepared for what’s to come,
Soon to feel dead and numb.
The blood, the blades,
The unforgettable pain,
Nothing but this is keeping me sane.
The tears I cried,
The blood I bled,
The times I wished I could be dead.
Again…This is how I feel,
The end is far, the beginning is near,
Nothing to laugh at, plenty to fear.
The blade is much sharper,
The blood drips much faster,
Suicide…that is what I wish to master.
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