Cutting thoughts

My eyes do not see, my images are blurred
The tears gather in my eyes but are never shed.

The bright red blood surges, longing to stain snow white skin.
I tremble.
I sway, lost in the joy of hurting myself.

I want my bed.
I want my home.
I want some peace.

Nobody sees my tears.
I am alone.

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