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Craving the blade,
Wanting the pain.
Shaking, breaking.
Shattering into pieces,
Craving blood.
hating everyone.
Wanting no one near.
Hating it here.
Everything is becoming clear.
Resentful, mournful.
The scream of the blade.
Use me! Use me!
You know it's meant to be.
The heart wants it.
The mind needs it.
Someone says, "Hold on."
NO FUCK YOU.
I hate you.
"It'll be okay"
Your words aren't true.
The sound of skin being sliced.  
A work of art.
Finally caved in.
headed for the blade.
Singing the sweet lullaby.
The cutters lullaby