No disrespectful comments, thats just rude.
Deeper i carve into my own flesh,
i take a look at this creation i've made into my wrist,
causing such a bloody bloody mess.
The thickening lines of blood running across my wrist,
a fine work of art, i must insist.
No, i don't have a problem, just a unhealthy obsession,
with my colorful artwork of self-mutilation.
You scream and shout "You'll regret those scars there!"
have you ever even THOUGHT, maybe it's what i want, maybe
i don't CARE.
To you it's gut-wrenching, a horrible unhealthy sight,
but to me it's beauty shining in it's brightest light...
2007-09-19
13:11:31
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