Ink.

 I feel Jagged lines on my arms.

 My brain fills with the painful memory as I relive my worst pain.

 I break down and cry.

I struggle of keep my will up.

With red ink leaking from my arms,

I now rehearse my painful memories. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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