Scratches on my pale skin,
Scars on my wrists.
How do I even begin,
To explain my true bliss?

Yes, I tear at my limbs,
Ripping them apart.
Yes, I cry every night,
From my ending, to the start.
Yes, I slice myself open with a blade,
Causing the crimson to leak.
Yes, maybe I am insane,
But in reality I am simply bleak.
Yes, l try to drown underneath the water,
The liquid rushing up my nose.
Yes, I feel relief after,
But not as much as you propose.
Yes, I am alone right now,
The voices can't reach me here.
Yes, I do hate myself,
It's time to disappear.
Yes, I can hear you cry,
From the bottom of my cold abyss.
Yes, I do hear you say,
"I love you so much," as you blow me a kiss.
Yes, there is nothing here.
Yes, I do wish to reappear.
Yes, I do feel safe,
Now leave me be, to weep and shake.

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Written by @UniPenguinCat