Pain and hurt, Screams into the night. Of all the tortured patients all on the outside. While i sit here, in my damp cold room, silently screaming from the pain on the inside and watching the blood sweetly and soothingly flow down my wrists. hand clenched in a fist, blissfully slay the vain, watch as i fall to the ground, Not making a single sound, another victim dies tonight fighting a harder fight
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Good write... you described pain as something that sooths a depressed soul! High marks.