Silent tears
Silent scream
Blade goes down
To my pale, white skin
Red flows
The wound starts to show
My inner pain finally comes
From the pain in my skin
Finally satisfied
As I feel the blade
Making the mark
Knowing I deserve the pain
Finally coming out of the trance
I realize what I have done
Looking down to my skin
To the blood that comes from the wounds
As people see
They tell me its wrong
No one understands
But as I might say
Neither do I
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