The extent of my sadness, goes further than the silk road. It puts me in the state of drowsiness and leaves me no antidote.
It's more than just a slice, it's the every breath I take. The delicate skin, to be precise is the sow that I rake.
I am consumed by the urge, to inflict multiple wounds. It is the physical pain that helps me dodge the internal monster that croons.
No, I do not have schizophrenia, but depression? Maybe yes. Every night it gives me paranoia so I stare up the ceiling in a daze.
When I go to school, people notice the dark circles that plagues my skin. It makes my heart squeeze in anything but bliss, so I shy from the eyes that has me pinned.
"Are you okay?" they would ask. "Of course," I would lie. I have to keep my mask so they won't send me away in a blink of an eye.
I'm more than okay; I'm absolutely fine. As long as the blade is here with me every day, my inner demon will be kind.
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