It feels so good

the blade crosses my skin

the dagger becomes crimson

as my pain arises from within


memories reoccur from troubles in the past

the smoke shrouds my insecurity

the euphoria serves as my temptress

but she never lasts


when you're down the hole

every girl is a queen of hearts

funny how the lightest touch

will tear us apart


the misery's a beacon

illuminating where i must leave

it's all behind me now

I can finally breathe


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