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26 | self-destructive little girl

Skin so marred from her own self-loathing,

in them she saw all her flaws for her 'twas a real big thing

she loved the feeling of tainting her own skin,

she loved seeing her own flesh dripping down her wrist.

It was the feeling she could not resist; it was addicting

Nevertheless, she felt nothing

Was it a good thing?

The numbness in her body,

made her feel better

by shunning reality,

she did not have to suffer.

She craved for more pins,

more blades, more pain

anything that could destroy her

or anything that could no longer save her.

What a poor lonely girl,

the words you threw at her severely mattered.