《"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-》bloodlust: unfed ☆

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Right out my hands, they took my blade,

And I have to watch as the wounds start to fade.

Scratch them open to be reminded of how they bled,

The lust for my own blood needs to be fed.

And I know that they think I'm not right, in the head,

But if I can't hurt or starve myself, then I might just die instead.

January 12th 2022

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