I like razor blades
I like how shiny they are
How the light reflects off them
How elegant yet deadly the tip is
I like razor blades
I like how they feel in my hand
Delicate and light
A deathly feather
I like razor blades
I like how they ease trough my skin
Allowing the blood to flow
Allowing me to feel
I like razor blades
I really do
But then again
I like pizza too
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Writing under the shadows of the night.
Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,. I wish I'd know where you are,. I need a wish to help me out,. In my dark world full of doubt,. Shimmer shimmer bleeding black star,.
As I sit here. And carve in to my flesh. The pain takes me away. From the places I hate. The blood flowing from my cuts. Are rivers bold and untamed. The knife is my vessel. I ride it willing.
Scarification. Self mutilation. Born from the very depths of Frustration. No way out of a bad situation. Bleeding to set my soul free. Damnation. Religious condemnation.
step away from the mirror. shivers. drop the broken piece. letting go of it makes the blood drip from your hand. squeeze your hand to stop the blood.
Go to sleep and close you're eyes, and dream of broken butterfly's. That tore there wings against a thorn, you know the pain that they have endured.
(Sorry feeling down at the moment and slightly bored) One more cut. I knew it wouldn't be enough to ease my internal pain, a deep sickening pain that tortured me daily, but...
Pain is beauty Pain is true Pain is curious Pain is you Pain is real Pain is glee Pain is alone Pain is me Pain is lying on the bathroom floor knowing that there is nothing more.
I scraped the inside of my hand coming down to xeno, I guess I grabbed a fucking branch the wrong way or something.
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