Inside

by ems   Sep 27, 2006


Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my cold skin

Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain

Satisfaction
As I feel the razor
Slicing into me
I deserve only pain

Anguish
As I see what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin

Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I

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