blade's sweet whisper on my skin
soothes my aching soul again
bleeding out my darkest sins
making space while light pours in
thin red lines to wash away
the agony I live these days
the scars under my shaking hands
heal what you can't understand
kind of a rant.
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Ah, ranting is good for the soul every once in a while. I can relate to this as I was a cutter in my teenage years. It just seemed to release the pain. Hugs and best wishes to you.
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