IncreasingI don't like painI hate the way my scissors stingI don't care for the way blood sticks to my wristsThe cotton itching against my opened skinBut I do like the feelingThe way I slump to the floor in reilefMy ignorance of the depth increasingI don't like the painBut I do love the feelingThe progress of the depth increasingGod, I love the feelingOf the only peace I've knownThat embrace that I have,It may be the only oneThe calming voice of skin splittingThe gentle smile of blood on silverThe only feeling of love I knowGetting strongerAs the depth's increasing
GoingAfter a while you just get tiredYou want to stop fightingYou try to keep your head and upWith a straight faceAnd a hard heartBut you can'tYou can't keep doing thisWith out being smart enoughStrong enoughGood enoughAnd somedays you look down at your wristsSo pale and perfectThe only part of you that you haven't touchedAnd you hear them beggingPleading to be split openAnd your head spins as you wonder how you can ignore themDay, after dayHow long are you going to be able to ignore them?Another week?Or a month?Is it possible to want to die so bad it keeps you alive?Is that what's wrong with me?That what pushes me forward is what hold me backMy death wishOn my left wristOn my right wristOn my neckAfter a year you start to wonder...How long can I keep going?
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