One cut
Two cut
Three cut
Four

The pain feels good your body wants more

Five cut
Six cut
Seven cut
Eight

Doesn't that feel great and isn't it a pretty sight

You long for more and more
The sting relieves the pain inside
Underneath long sleeves you let the cuts hide
After ten you feel sore

Deep down you feel dark
You run around in your head trying to escape from the voices
After a few days they leave a mark
And your left with two choices

Either wait for the rainbow in the rain
Or drown in it and give in to the pain

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A poem I wrote a year and a half back when I was depressed