Painted these pretty lines across my wrist
Painted them with bright red blood
Carved with words left unsaid
Dug the blade down the vein
To paint away the misery and pain
Ah the knife leaves such pretty lines
Permanent reminders that I’m insane
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It is indeed scaring how beautiful cuts on skin can seem.
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