the blade

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the blade

oh that sweet release
watching the blood flow
out of my veins

the sharp blade
slicing my soft skin
wiping away my pain

i feel alive
i feel numb
i feel release

i like the feeling of the blade slicing my skin
watching the blood pool out of my skin
seeing the scars i create on my skin

i love all of my scars
they remind me of my lowest points
and my highest ones

they show me i'm better than that
now
i love my scars

its weird how something so temporary
can create something permanent
like temporary cutting creates permanent scars

cutting is my release,
my escape,
my medication

i think i'm addicted

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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