Ruining More Than My Arms


United States
42° 51' 51.606" N, 87° 54' 49.9212" W

“You’re ruining your arms,” you say
“Just think about your wedding day!”
But why be beautiful, why be whole
When I can cut myself and sell my soul
I prefer to hurt myself for happiness
Instead of forever searching for bliss
And I’ll always be that sliced up thing
What makes you think I’d get a ring?


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