ConfusedSmileyChloe Posted August 26, 2011 Posted August 26, 2011 I put the blade to my arm and slide it across. I feel the blood pulse out, And watch it stain my skin. Ruined, imperfect, Now ill always be so. I feed the addiction, And open it some more. The hurt runs down my arm, All the way to my blue fingertips. Stained i will always be.
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