Relapse
As the blade calls my name again
Scheming in my thoughts
Pushing it to go away
As i run from the line of red
Falling under pressure when it hits my skin
That same red
Gushing out
I knew i couldn’t do it
That same sting hitting me
Reminding me of what i just did
I couldn’t stay clean for a day
I hate this feeling.
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