the touch is sharp, it cold, its sweet.
the slice is pain, its bliss as it weeps.
the feeling is warm, and the deepest red.
each cut is done for a purpose, but not that to be dead.
its done so i can feel, all the pain i hold within.
the hurt, the tears, the lies, the sins.
they represent the things in my mind.
so it can mask my feeling, so everyone thinks i am fine................
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sippa
04:14 Oct 27 2014
Oh....such a familiar storie