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No darling, I won't crawl back to you again
Stop calling, your voice will die in my head
You won't fix it, I'm better off on my own
Dear scouting knife, Leave me alone
Stop calling, your voice will die in my head
You won't fix it, I'm better off on my own
Dear scouting knife, Leave me alone
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Alone
She sits alone, over there in the dark corner.
The walls painted black, the floor covered in blood.
Tears running down her cheek, her hair covers the deep wounds.
She aims the knife against her throat; "the one deeply wounded
shall not continue his journey in pain, but rather live forever in paradise".
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Excuses
My mother beat me.
My mother stole,
my mother lied,
one day she stabbed me,
with a knife,
blood dripping on the floor,
I managed to call,
and they carried me,
out the door,
onto the walk,
the ambulance,
took me away.
I woke up,
maybe the next day,
my mother beside me,
head in her hands,
looking up,
I saw tears in her eyes,
but my heart was ice.
"Hi," I managed to say,
"what's your story today?"
She cried.
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What I Can Not Feel
I am disappointed in myself,
For letting myself feel this
Feeling this for you
And what scares me most is
That I can not feel a thing
And when I do start to feel, I feel so intensely that it'll be too much to bare
What will I do then?
Feeling the world on my shoulders
I wanted to cry
But nothing comes
Nothing at all
So I sit here waiting
For the moment when I start to feel
Like the wind blowing in the feathers of birds as they fly away
Because I can not fly away
Away from all this pain I can not feel.
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This was written to what was going on in my head when I was close, The first thing I cut myself with was a scouting knife, that's why I use it in this 
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I like this one a lot. I cut for a long time, but I stopped about a year ago. I saw cut on my younger sister, and when I asked her about it, she told me that she learned it from me, and we both just cried. I swore to her and to myself I would never cut again, and I haven't, but it really is tempting sometimes. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it is possible to stop. Self-harm is a very real addiction, and it is really easy to relapse. But just keep pushing through. It's not easy, but it will be.