30 Oct, 2012 03:30 PM
I bandage my arm.
So clean and pure.
Just like my soul, 
some years before.

Now I self-harm.
It makes me feel good.
They tell me to stop, 
I don't know if I should.

I could cry tears, 
but they all dried away.
I cried them all out.
In those yesterdays.

You'll laugh and point at this broken mess.
If you went through what I have, 
you would be also doing this.

I hurt because I deserve, 
every pain I get.
And everyday, 
I fill with regret.

Here's the truth, 
I tell no lie.
I count down the days, 
till I die
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