The Pain Behind The Mask
Sunday, 14 April 2013
Rippling Sensations.
Urges
to cut.
Sensations
rippling down
my arms.
Calling
at me.
To just make
that first slit.
Not going
to happen.
Sorry
arms.
But I've
done you enough
damage.
It's time to heal,
rejuvenate.
It's time
to sedate.
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