Self Harm

Your skin is like a magnet

You are bound to get scars

Whether they are on purpose 

Or by accident

When it is on purpose

You only think about the razor

Sliding against your skin

“Slink, Slink, Slink”

While slitting your wrist

It’s like all of your thoughts 

Run away

You are free, but only for

A little while


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