The feel of the blade hitting my skin,
The feel of the blood rushing out,
The feel of the anger subsiding within,
As a sigh of relief is let out,
I do it again, and again and again,
Just to make sure I'm really alive,
And I'd do it again, and again and again,
Just to make all the anger die,
I feel it trickle, down the whole of my arm,
I watch it hitting the floor,
I know that they'll hate me for doing self harm,
But I can't deal with this feeling no more,
It's silently killing me, and scarring my skin,
It's beating me inside and out,
The feeling of anger subsiding within,
As a sigh of relief is let out.
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