2015


an empty room, and empty girl.
Sitting silently on the floor.
Her sleeves rolled up exposing skin.
She drags the blade and presses in.
The pain it brings cannot compare.
To the joy she knows will soon be
there.
It's worth the scars that never heal.
For just a moment not to feel.

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