Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Untitled by Knuck

By Knuck
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My life is a waste,
Shattered to peices,
Broken hearted,
And bathed in sin.
You leave nothing but hate,
Hate for my body and soul,
My relationship with you,
Left nothing but gashes and scars.
The only thing keeping me sane,
A razor in secrecy,
Peircing my skin,
Lies are all i hear.
You decieved me with your beauty,
People say a devil in disguise,
You no longer hide your face,
I'm the one in disguise.
Hiding in the dark,
Letting you love me,
Comfort me,
I hate to love you.
The price of comfort and love,
Too pricy for some,
A drop or two of blood,
Is cheap enough for me.

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