You never knew how much you liked the sight of blood until its spilling out of your own arm, dripping down your leg or covering your hip as the once clean blade is now painted red hanging losely from your fingertips. The metalic smell hangs in the air, the burning pain from the fresh cut aches but sends a werid sense of pleasure making you smile and sigh as you cause more blood to rush to the surface.
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self harm / depression quotes and poems
Randoma series of quotes, poems, songs on self harm and depression, may be triggering. So I've passed the limit so I'm starting a new one
