Just One
No one will know.
Just do it once more.
One little cut.
It won’t be like before.
Just one to help.
It will ease the pain.
One won’t hurt much.
It’s not like your cutting your vein.
Do it enough to feel numb.
That’s all you need.
Just enough to cover up.
Enough to make you bleed.
Just one to ease the hurt.
One to make it go away.
No one will ever know.
Then you can go on with your day.
Grab that razor from the drawer.
Press the cold steel against your skin.
Slightly and firmly guide it along.
Just give in.
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