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Self-Harm I stand alone,
can’t feel much anymore,
more blood falls,
still it doesn’t faze me.
A gentle sting on my arm,
the pain means nothing to me now.
Lay on the floor,
blood so sweet,
falling from my veins.
Want to feel peace,
want the emptiness to fade.
The scars on the inside,
bleed freely with each slice.
Each empty promise,
each silent tear.
They’ll be gone tomorrow,
erased again from sight.
But tonight, I want to bleed,
to let my pain show.
Take me away,
I’m ready to end it all.
Dancing on the razor’s edge,
blood is my sweet remedy,
soon I’ll be free,
soon my pain will fade,
the blood will stop dripping.
I want to bleed,
to feel the emptiness fade,
let the razor’s kiss,
make it disappear, without a trace.
