I Miss It.

I like the pain because I think I deserve it.

I miss the feeling of having a cold, sharp thing,

digging into my inside self.

I miss hurting and killing the monsters,

that live inside me,

being my shadow.

I want the cold, sharp thing to cut through

and get inside of me.

I want to kill all those monstrous voice

and every creature living inside,

leaving my soul,

that is willing to live.

I miss the tingling feeling,

of being hurt by my own self,

of cutting myself up.

Tuesday, 12 September 2017, 08:00 am


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