In pain she sits alone in a corner. Her friends a razor always by her side. A trusted friend that knows the cure to the pain she's in. Her minds unstable driving her to insanity. She's lost cant find her way back to reality. A razor blade floor. A pool of blood. Like a lost child thats looking for her mother. Wanting to feel, this numbness is to much. Her pain is feeding the voices that wont stop screaming. She puts her hands to her ears and starts screaming to block out the voices. She's going insane. Voices, screaming, cutting, bleeding, running, sitting, confusing, frustrating, living, dying, pleading, hurting, falling, drowning, dreaming, hiding.
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