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Silence

Only tears

As I press the blade

Against my pale skin



Red

The blood flows

From the wounds

Echoing my inner pain



Satisfaction

As I feel the knife

Slicing into me

I only deserve pain



Anguish

As I realize what I've done

I feel accomplishment

As I gaze at the marks upon my skin



Stares

People are horrified

Don't understand why

Neither do I