what an effect
Little razorblades
The little needle
They penetrate the skin
I feel a new pain
Different and better
Than the pain that's always
Coming and going
I want it to stop!
Sometimes I think its better
Never understanding a thing..
My life passes me by like the
Speed of light, scared there will be
No way to stop, just keep going and doing this
Hurting myself...I can stand
The pain I cause myself, just not pain
Caused by others.
Broke the needle off in my skin, poison's
More intoxicating
Now with the flame
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