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The light reflects off the blade,

as I cut deeper and deeper.

Deep enough to reach my soul's core.

The pain feels so good,

as the blood trickles down my arm.

I laugh.

When people ask me questions like

"Doesn't that hurt?" or

"How could you do that to yourself?"

And I smile.

This river of blood,

releases all emotions not expressed.

No one understands

the pleasure this pain causes.

There are no words to express it.

So don't ask,

because you will never... ever...

understand.



~*~ Jill ~*~