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The pain I bear inside,

Hurts like a dagger 2 my heart,

I crave what I should not,

I long for its feel.



My heart feels cold because I am not with my lover,

My heart feels like its encased in ice,

My Demon calling out to me,

To open up my arm and let it flow.



I want to make the pain go away,

You won’t let me; you think its wrong,

It just feels so right,

How I long to just cut open my wrists.



I could cry for 100 years and only release a fraction of pain,

I could let my blood flow for 10 minutes and it would make a big difference,

It’s not my tears that melt my frozen heart,

It’s my blood flowing, flowing away the pain.



My Sanctuary in my head has turned into Hell,

There’s nowhere I can go that I’ll be safe,

I feel like my life is deliberately trying to kill me,

Like I'm supposed to die sometime soon.



Why is it that I crave for the release now?

How can I hurt the one I love the most?

Is it right to do it?

Or will I just regret it and risk losing my love?



Why does it feel like I can’t breathe?

Why does my heart have to turn to ice?

A cold in-human object in my chest,

A cold in-human object in my head as well.



My tears fall down my cheeks and feel like hot coals,

Cold flesh, cold heart, hot firey tears,

Burning desire in my head,

Burning wrist, ice cold knife.



Cold arm, hot blood flowing,

Almost white flesh, deep dark crimson blood,

Stained pink, scabbed over,

After the scabs fall off a pink-purple scar remains.