Cutting

I'm always dreaming,

Even when I'm awake.

In my dreams, I have control

Usually...

Until one day,

There was a razor in my hands

And I awake to lots of blood

Everywhere...

I tell myself this is a dream

A dream I have control over

But the blood won't stop

Ever...

In my dreams, in my heart, in my reality

 

 

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