There's blinding rage
Who do I think I am?
How could I have hurt them?
There’s pain
Not in my body but in my mind
The need to cause pain is there
The need to destroy
To destroy what destroys
The knife will help
There’s my favorite color
Dripping down my arm
Making a mess of the bathroom
Of the clean tiles
Once so pure white
Now marked with my punishment
The anger is fading
The once desire to destroy
Now a desire to forget
Blade hidden away
The thought of picking it up again
Fills my stomach with knots
And makes my dinner want to come back up
The angry bright red cuts sting as I move
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I seek to destroy what others love?
I cause them more pain
Than the original sin
When I deal out my punishment
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