When it's running under your veins.
When it's feeding off your pain.
Explain to me how I can't give in?
Give in to such an unforgiveable sin.
Make a mark or two of such art.
Write lyrics written from the heart.
Make a mark of intials on my skin.
Give in to another sin.
Feel the rush through my body from it's touch.
Oh dear how I need you all this much.
Feel your touch upon my skin; It's all I feel.
Make me bleed so I know that I'M STILL REAL
Kill all the pain; Make me feel empty inside.
Leave pretty purple scars so I feel ugly outside.
Help me when you can; Just don't kill me.
I'm not seeking beauty nor do I seek pity.
Make me realize that I don't need perfection.
I can confine in you, my PERFECT ADDICTION.
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About my addiction to self harm?
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Feel your touch upon my skin; It's all I feel.
Make me bleed so I know that I'M STILL REAL"
love that. kick ass. I feel the same luv. *hugs* we'll make it.
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"Kill all the pain; Make me feel empty inside.
Leave pretty purple scars so I feel ugly outside."
Those lines capture what it means to cut so perfectly. -
I love the last two lines. I like this. It's simple yet still conveys a complex issue. Well done.
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