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B L O O D
100 words
Seeing you at the middle of this dark room,
Holding your favorite materials,
Blades and cutters
Having fun seeing the blood scatters
You love seeing your wrist,
Blood bleeds
First aid kit I don't think you need,
Cutting is always your favorite deed.
Blood flowing like an ocean,
No hesitations,
More temptations,
No more explanations.
You've been judged by everybody,
You are hurt,
depressed,
They didn't even see.
You always love the color of the blood
You always want to be in the dark
Hurting yourself, makes you happy,
Feeling like this is the only way that can set you free.
