Darkness, quiet, loneliness
Lurking in my mind
Sensing the need for pain
For only it can soothe me
Turmoil brews as I lay
In my bed pondering
The cold steel blade
A cut in a place
No one ever sees
the pain will help if
For only the day
I feel the blade
Inside my flesh
And the sweet pain
Returns!
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