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THE BLOODLETTING POEM
i can feel the scratches carved into my skin just moments ago does it feel good it feels good to feel about something more than the other the scratches flare on my body turning into deep angry red welts now how do i hide them do i want to hide them i don't want them to see they can't know they won't understand can't understand what the bloodletting means how can they comprehend that the pain on my body feels better when theres something tangible to be in pain about no, when they know they put me away hide the one that they can't understand freak weirdo whats wrong with her whispers looks of pain etched into their faces i'm running running away from there happiness there promises of happiness that i can't conform to .. i don't want to live this life anymore... does life have to be so painful to make sure you know your living it... and what if i can't feel life w/out my self mutilation what then becomes of people like me.... |
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