writings are there
on your skin
you carve with
the bloodied dagger
it lays near
your person blood
dripping to the
floor from that
bloodied blade you
used to harm
yourself on your
skin there are
many cuts and
words that cover
your body the
writings are there
you try to
hide it from
others but people
see blood through
your long sleeves
behind it reveals
the cuts the
written words of
your own pain

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