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My Guilty Pleasure
Copyright, Becky
By myself,
all alone i pray for forgiveness,
these arms of mine
sliced and cut through looking like something un-human
how can one do this to them selves?
hurt, pain, endless tears of rage and fury.
i try to stop,
but the screams get louder and louder in my head.
NO!
STOP!
DONT!
how can i resist,
the sweet blood oozing from my once smooth wrist
is now rough and scarred.
help me stop this endless torture
that i subject myself to.
my guilty pleasure... myself