Cold Fire- From a cutters point of view

by Lauren Lee   Jan 21, 2005


The feel of fire melting my skin,
but a cold feeling deep within.
the blade turns to a dripping red,
as the blood leaks onto the bed.
With every cut pain is killed,
with every slice my mission fulfilled.
With every drop of blood my anger dissapears.
As my wrists go numb i cant feel my fears

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