The razor sitting there
waiting for my blood
waiting for my arm
so it can slide across
the pain i cause
the pain i inflict
the pain that is
everything in me
it festers in me
the pain that is
my feelings
of despair
and loneliness
i hate myself for what i cause
i hate this existence
that is my life
no one understands
the pain that is
.....my life.
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