little friend

December 8, 2008
By Anonymous

small sharp blade can move upon flesh in every direction
confusions can be regrets and losses of memory
awakening seemed as if it rained blood; sore fore arms, my wonders overwhelm me. shedding pointless tears
then sudden laughter.
I ask my self:why Am I this way, but it never came across my mind I can be my own self destruction.

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