This poem is about cutting.
Long meadows of blood,
Rush from my veins.
I lose control.
No sanity anymore.
I destroyed myself,
Not anyone else.
My mind attacks itself,
Viciously;
Controlling my world.
Making me feel like I am in hell.
No. No..
No…
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