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::: The Blade :::

As she sits and cuts her flesh
and the blood drips to the floor,
She turns her head away
Hoping someone will knock on the door,
As the blade is dragged deeper
as the pain inside begins to subside,
She hides the blade from the world
for it’s her only friend in which she can confide,
She covers her scars delicately
afraid someone would see,
She cries at home alone
knowing she’ll never be free,
And her soul will dangle
above the blades edge,
Until she takes control
she will continue to walk this sharp ledge.

Written by: ~ Marc