My Fault

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You apologize when you shouldn't,

It's not your fault.

Self-inflicted,

Scars on my skin.

Weaknesses

Bleeding out.

You didn't press the blade to my skin,

It's all my fault.

I don't want sympathy,

I want it to end.

Nobody really gets it.

I dont want to, but it helps.

I'm addicted.

Addicted to the pain.

Addicted to seeing my blood pour out.

Addicted to the blade.

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