the blade

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the blade

oh that sweet release
watching the blood flow
out of my veins

the sharp blade
slicing my soft skin
wiping away my pain

i feel alive
i feel numb
i feel release

i like the feeling of the blade slicing my skin
watching the blood pool out of my skin
seeing the scars i create on my skin

i love all of my scars
they remind me of my lowest points
and my highest ones

they show me i'm better than that
now
i love my scars

its weird how something so temporary
can create something permanent
like temporary cutting creates permanent scars

cutting is my release,
my escape,
my medication

i think i'm addicted

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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