On the way home tonight
I thought of many ways...
Fall asleep in the hottub,
Or even the car
Hit a dear, Run off the road
(It's really foggy, you know)
The urge has once again come back
To see my blood flow
To rip and tear and bite
At my arms, my legs, my wrists
Yet somehow I resist
Even though there is a razorblade
Hidden besides my bed
In the middle of a book...
It's there...
So close...
So easy...
So tempting...
I'll resist though
(I have to)
Author notes
bleh. yay for not cutting, and not dying, no matter how tempting.
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