galigator8509
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The bathroom feels cold, as I sit on the side of the shower.
The thing I hold in my hands, giving me all the power.
Its shiny, sharp blade glisens in the yellow light.
This enclosed, red room, is where I slip away too at night.
To everyone around me they seem to not know.
The harm I cause my body, that started four years ago.
Scars cover my torso, arms, and thighs.
Although you would not know, looking in my eyes.
I press the razor, against my skin.
And a few seconds later the blood would begin.
Right above my knee, laid a very large gash.
In a state of oblivion, I continue to slash.
Blood pouring down, droplets on the floor.
Completely overwhelmed, unable to do more.
I lay my head gently in my sweating hands.
Its exhaustingly difficult when no one understands.
Toilet paper pulled from the hanging roll.
Resting on my cuts, like a blanket to my soul.
I cant seem to shake this awful addiction.
I need to find a way to make some restrictions.
I slowly stand, and I feel my skin stretch.
I close my eyes, and the image I can sketch.
I quietly walk down the darkened hall.
My fingers tracing my path, along the wall.
I ease my way in under the sheets, and stare at the ceiling.
The pain shoots through my body, a comforting feeling.
I close my eyes, and fall into an unconcious state.
The only thing I know, is this must be my fate.
The thing I hold in my hands, giving me all the power.
Its shiny, sharp blade glisens in the yellow light.
This enclosed, red room, is where I slip away too at night.
To everyone around me they seem to not know.
The harm I cause my body, that started four years ago.
Scars cover my torso, arms, and thighs.
Although you would not know, looking in my eyes.
I press the razor, against my skin.
And a few seconds later the blood would begin.
Right above my knee, laid a very large gash.
In a state of oblivion, I continue to slash.
Blood pouring down, droplets on the floor.
Completely overwhelmed, unable to do more.
I lay my head gently in my sweating hands.
Its exhaustingly difficult when no one understands.
Toilet paper pulled from the hanging roll.
Resting on my cuts, like a blanket to my soul.
I cant seem to shake this awful addiction.
I need to find a way to make some restrictions.
I slowly stand, and I feel my skin stretch.
I close my eyes, and the image I can sketch.
I quietly walk down the darkened hall.
My fingers tracing my path, along the wall.
I ease my way in under the sheets, and stare at the ceiling.
The pain shoots through my body, a comforting feeling.
I close my eyes, and fall into an unconcious state.
The only thing I know, is this must be my fate.