Canvas

The sting

The pain

The tears

All because of the blade

Its my weakness

My Enemy

Its My key

You think it hurts

Nope! Its just a tiny sting.

I say just one

But one turns to two

Two turns to five

Five turns to ten

soon all I remember

Is the sting

I dont remeber the blade

I dont recall the pain

I recall the depression

But then I crave

the feeling

the hurt 

the blade

I crave the coolpinch

as i slide

that once perfect blade

Against my once

Scar free skin

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