Trigger Warning: References to Self-Harm
I see the old scars
unfaded upon my flesh,
in whirls and turns my mind thinks:
What if they were fresh?
I can taste the copper
I can see the sunset haze
smeared over my plain walls,
making me paint in a continues daze.
I resist my urges,
I resist the call,
but sometimes all I want
is to wreck it all
They hurt me
The world hurts me
And it's a classic case of 'join them'.
I hurt me.
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