For every X there is a story.
One on my ankle, one on my hip.
Each one reminds me of a different mistake.
Learn to trust, forget him.
In between my fingers, then my toes.
The next will be on my wrist.
Accept the concequences, learn to stand on your own two feet.
I've reached my peak, unable to shead the tears I crave.
I'm losing my breath, no desire for that last bit of air.
Death sounds tempting, but I've ruined your life,
self-mutalation is the only way to repay what I have done.
One last one, where no one will see.
It represents the problems I dont want to face.
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just to let you all know ....the reason happened again and i didnt do anything...i am so proud of myself...i have started to heal....
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