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It's Heaven with you, yet Hell without,

Arms cut, swollen, scabbed, without you,

Tears on my cheeks and the keys, without you,

Just a little cut, nothing big, I promise,

Feeling the blade agianst my finger, my body shivers,

Knowing whats coming, knowing whats next,

But not where, just that it's coming, and it's going to hurt,

Arm constantly suffering the pain of a cut from a blunt or sharp object,

Fore arm, under arm, the top part, engraved with pain,

Forever and ever, never ceasing to hurt, or die,

Blood spilling everywhere, bright red, crimson,

Dark faded red, not quite crimson, but not quite blood red either,

My arm again sweling from the cuts, owch,

The pain embedded for a few weeks, the mark a month or two,

The butcher's meat cleaver, my under arm, my fore arm, my blood,

Tears rolling, blood dripping, cleaver lying, heart beating,

Don't stay in this world, you're going to Hell, i'm already there,

Time can heal anything, even scaring wounds,

A single slip is all it takes, the blood rush, the pain, the relief.