It comes from anywhere
No amount of warnings
Can hide you from it
Because you can't forget it
You know the feeling
The metal splitting skin
The warmth leaving from within
Arm goes numb
The feeling the morning after
The regret that brings you back
Touching those self-inflicted injuries
Just another trigger
Even now those remnants of that night
Those raised lines that fade back to white
Makes you miss the feeling
And you relapse
The Internet may be safer
But life hasn't got any trigger warnings
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