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Monday comes
Survived another weekend of
Self destruction your
Shell shocked and ask
If that was really you
Just twelve hours ago

Tuesday comes
You pick at your newly
Formed scabs and there's
A sweet ache throughout
Your leg, you bleed and
You break too, but you want it

Wednesday comes
Stay in bed just to
Study your soon to be
Scars and a paradoxical
Pride begins to set in
You lay on a pillow
Of self loathing that night

Thursday comes
You feel okay, for
Awhile and you forget
What you are too
But you can't get that
Narrative out of your
Head for you it all
Needs to be said

Friday comes
And everything is alright
Grab a bottle and get
On with the night, but
You come home alone
Just you and a mirror
And a mind that won't
Shut up until you cut up

Saturday comes
Early, blood browns on
The carpet and your skin
And eventually you sleep
And stain your sheets
Sleep visits you just enough
For you to wake up
Bleeding and hungover

Sunday comes
You try no to think
Because when you do
The thoughts are there
So you reach for distraction
And sleep the day away
Survived another weekend
Of self destruction