I can see the marks
I've made on my arms,
My wrists,
My thighs,
My ankles
As if they were made
Yesterday.
Some were
Some weren't.
But others are redder,
Pinker,
Itchier,
More painful then the rest.
More satisfying to my twisted need
To feel.
Some were made,
Just today.
Will I ever stop my scaring?
Will they ever fade away?
Not for me they wont.
They will haunt me,
Like putrid, manic reminders
Of my insanity.
-by Ange Exile, The Epic Sidekick
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