"Stand up straight, you deserved it."
That's the sentence I whispered in myself,
After slashing my thighs without any guilt.
I need a physical pain that I think I deserved,
For me to feel alive in this nasty world.
I badly want it to complain,
But with whom should I reached up,
When everyone's not showing up?
The noise of my pains inside me, kept unheard,
As my eyes slowly became blurred.
I just need to see my own flowing blood
Before I ended up being insane.
©aesthetic1
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