Blade that cuts deep.

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When you start, you can't stop. Because then you illusion yourself that it's what you need in order to survive.

Submitted: June 13, 2012

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Submitted: June 13, 2012



The first time.

It was hard and painful but sweet and soft.

The blade deepens into my skin.

I don't see red right away but as soon as i take it out, it's everywhere.

Blood on my brown skin.

Blood on the blade.

It looks beautiful.

Then it hits me.

'What did I just do?'

'Did I..'

'Yes I did.'

But why?


Because of the familiar voices mocking me.

I tell them to go away.

But they keep coming back.

And it's not just in my head, it's in my reality. Which is the worst part.

I scream for out. But no one stops or helps me.

I'm stuck on a rod like a fish, being pulled higher and higher and i can't breathe.

The higher i get, the more i slowly die.

I'm not dead yet.

But perhaps soon i'll be.

Right now it's the blade that helps.

The one that cuts deep.

And makes me feel pain and hate.

Do I love pain?

I do.

Am i insane for doing so?


But this blade is becoming a friend.

Everyday, becoming closer and closer to me.

I consider it a friend.

A friend i can always depend on.

A friend i can rely on.

What else do you need?

But a blade that cuts deep?

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