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So insecure it hurts,

The wounds on my flesh burning,

The pain from the blade,

Forever piercing my heart.



It never ends, the pain,

Consuming my battered life,

The scars on my arms healing,

But the internal torture forever.



The fist on my face, back, and arms,

The cracking of bones, God it hurts,

Knowing something is broken,

Forever remembering the pain.



Tears streaming down my face,

The constant bruising on my body,

Feeling the wound inside bleed,

forever.



This is all my pain,

It won't disappear,

I know it never will,

Perpetually haunting me.