Angry over all the lies, the hatred, the pain.
They want to see the blood dripping off your arm.
They want to cause pain on yourself, rather than others.
They want to light a fire,
to watch the flame grow and spread across your hand.
The feeling you hold can not be expressed, nor seen by others.
you hide behind a Demon,
An imaginary character,
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