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Late at night,
staying up. screaming in pain,
for the whole world to hear.

i cut deeper and deeper,
hoping that it will soon be to my benefit.
so many failed suicides
so many scars
so much pain
but it feels good.

again the razor meets my wrist
one slit, two slit, three slit, four.
no help
another failed suicide
another set of scars
more pain
but it still feels good.