March 8, 2012
I work towards it everyday,
The words kept,
but then thrown away,
I try to remind myself,
It isn't good, and isn't safe,
but yet the blade calls my name.

Its hard you see its been to long,
since the stretch of blood has touched my thoughts,
I try to hide the fresh ones with cover-up and word,
But they keep on calling my name,
And deeper I must go,
to show that i have no weakness,
I must let the blood flow.

Now there's many secrets I hide inside,
But yet they stay hidden, with in my despise,
you see I'm scared.
they think I'm healed,
but yet with in I want myself killed.

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