[Today for you, tomorrow for me]: 256.Poetry.Dea
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As her habit takes over
She reaches for the scissors
And feels the burn on her skin
Not her fragile body,
As she bleeds her life away
Can’t remember anything
As she wishes for death
To show her mercy
To descend upon her scarred form
She hides it
Even from herself
As though
She can make it go away
Making a martyr of her soul
Beating herself into oblivion
With the words they told her
Forever in her mind