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The blade

To all the people who have self harmed

You sit there, on your bed
Door locked
you shake
words rushing through your mind
You pick up the blade
you think “I cant do it”
But the words, they just start to get to you
You feel the cold metal touch your soft skin
It appears red
you can now control your pain
all the words are gone
But you keep going
You shake
you set the blade down and breath
You feel stronger.

(2014)

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