I scratch at the paper skin
I pry open old wounds,
just to see if I still feel
I can't seem to forget,
the pain you caused
I want someone to peel it all away
It's unlike anything I've ever felt
You stole it all away,
just so you could get your fill
I want to kill the names
The voices in my veins
I can't seem to escape
The voices scream in vain,
they go unheard by the world
They like to dig into me
They tear into my flesh
To see the blood pump fresh
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