I stare into the mirror,
see the horror on my face.
I'm covered in red ribbons
that trap me in their embrace.
I wish that I could break them,
but only time will tell.
I seem to have trapped myself
in some scolding hell.
Never again I tell myself,
though that is but a lie.
Once again I will wrap myself
in these crimson ties.
So I reach for my ribbons,
and wipe away my tears.
I cut away what's left of me
just as I've done for years.
The ribbons are not what they seem,
you see I've told a lie.
They are cuts and scars upon my skin
which will remain there until I die.
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