She cuts herself to vent the pain,
alleviate the strain,
everydays the same.
When she gets tired of life,
her salvations the knife,
become it's slave, it's master and it's wife.
Though it's becoming hard to hide what she needs,
twenty-seven degrees,
and in long sleeves.
Resigned to the fact no-one understands,
these biological demands,
that prevents her making long-term plans.
There's a rush she gets from leaving scars,
like speeding cars,
after leaving bars.
But one day she knows she'll cut too deep,
forget bloods not cheap,
and fail to awaken from her sleep.
Gender:
Points: 890
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