Alexithymia
I like the physical pain
There isn’t much to say about it
The feeling is temporary
Until your mental health is nonexistent
The burning sensation breaks through so what if it hurts
The guilt is consuming your life
You keep cutting letting the disease take over
You started it so you might as well finish it now
Or fess up about what you do
There isn’t much to say about it
The feeling is temporary
Until your mental health is nonexistent
The burning sensation breaks through so what if it hurts
The guilt is consuming your life
You keep cutting letting the disease take over
You started it so you might as well finish it now
Or fess up about what you do
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