My blood is boiling,
I reach for the knife.
I have a choice,
You, or me.
I run the knife across my fingers,
The cool blade is so tempting.
Perssing the blade down slightly harder,
A small cut appears.
Drops of blood trickle down my hand,
I want more.
The blade runs up to my arm,
Now with a mind of its own.
Cutting the skin,
More blood emerges.
Adrenaline flows through me.
As I set the blade down,
I feel better now.
With your name permanently on my wrist,
To remind you of the pain you caused me.
How does it feel,
Knowing you caused this?
Tell me,
How does it feel?
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