What began as just a small cut
Soon got out of control and it hurt
Lights dimming
Head spinning
I wanted to call out to you, hold you
but the pain was gaining control
Eyes blinded by tears
Wish I had tackled my fears
Another flash of anger
Another slash on my wrist
Oozing blood, soothing nerves
Punishing self, purpose served!
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