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Blood drips and pools on my bed spread.

Blood running from my arms runs with the darkest shade of red.

My razor slices deep in my flesh

making the blood rise faster.

I’m filled with a hunger for my own creation

that I drink up my own blood

without the slightest hesitation.

All the hate rises in the inside

releases by the tears in my eyes

but it doesn’t end there.

My sadness attaches to a more powerful anger

and I find myself slicing my flesh up everywhere!

The sight of the first line of blood

delivers such a rush that I just

let the blood gush and gush!

For all the hate inside

for all the pain inside

you could not ever know.

For all the hate inside

for all the pain inside

it better damn well show.