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Longing starts it all.

Longing to be someone you aren't,

Longing to help someone you can't,

Longing to hate someone you love,

Longing to live someone else's life, but unable to.

Always longing, never reaching.



Never reaching anything but depression and gloom.

Depressed because you can't change,

Depressed because you can't help,

Depressed because you can't 'get better'.

It all leads to yet more longing.



A different longing than before.

A longing to find the sharpest blade you can,

A longing to sit with running water from above,

A longing to run that flasting blade across your skin, feeling it cut deep.

At least you can fulfill this longing...



Yes, fulfill this longing!

Grab that flashing razor blade, run to the safest place, free from disturbance.

Lock the door and blare the lights and jump into that shower, your safe place.

Run the water as cold as you can take it as you sit in a corner,

Yes, relieve yourself of this awful, painful, insane longing.



Relieve this ache, this longing to have your life seep away.

Sit there, running the blade across your skin, thrilled to see the trail

Sit there, watching the blood flow in a brillant variety of oranges and reds.

Sit there, crying over your faults and your depression.

Get out afterwards, get dry clothes and leave.



Leave the bathroom, smiling as if its not wrong to have your arm wrapped up so.

Smiling as the remainder of your life-blood falls down the drain,

Smiling as you hide your flashing blade,

Smiling as if you never ran that blade across your tender skin as you sobbed.

Afterall, you're sane, happy, even the model student.



"No, nothing's wrong. Nothing is the matter at all."