It shines like the morning sun It gleams in the light Turning it Catching the beams Running it along my skin Drawing blood Sending pain along my arm Leaving unforgiving scars Bringing tears to my eyes The sharp edge goes deeper and deeper Gleaming no longer Covered in blood My blood Turning it so dull Changing my life with each swipe Who knows when it will be too much? Who knows when it will take my life? 6/11/04
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