The Sting

My life is plagued with anxiety
And the source is from society
And these cuts are indemnities
I want this battle to end entirely

Now all that is left are my scars
And my mind tingles when I see passing cars
Or when I hear the trains from afar
I never thought my life would fall apart

The blade feels good slicing through my skin
My body is conquered buy the sting
The blood is piling like pins
Slowly dripping in streaks so thin

This depression is getting worse everyday
And it just will not go away
I am constantly astray
Everyday I pray
I pray to God that it will be okay

But it is not and the blood is staining everything
And the cuts that used to hurt no longer sting
Because these scars just become my thing
And I am addicted to the pain they bring

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