Coming back from school,
Tears streaming down my face
I run up to my room
And refuse to leave the place
Looking up I see,
The knife I used before
I thought I had given it up
I didn't do it anymore
So why am I getting these urges
To see myself in pain
To see my own blood
Shall I self harm again?
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