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The anger surges throughout your system,
Daggers leaving impressions on your skin.
Is this what they call mindless self indulgence,
Or this is what they call finally giving in?

The need to hold the blade in your fingers,
Grows stronger without any intention to halt.
You can't stay another minute longer,
This is the urge to get up and bolt.

Running away with the blade in your hand,
Nothing could compare to this sweet embrace.
The disaster of your life leaking down like tears,
It soaks in and destroys such a pretty face.

A set of blue eyes scream in teenage angst,
Did they ever believe life was really this hard?
Left your heart on your sleeve still bleeding hope,
It never survived the brutality of lifes scars.

With one more line upon her soft flesh,
She could scream straight at her reflection.
With one more kiss of it's sweet embrace,
She could now accomplish simple perfection.