Saisha Meyer - pain

my arm carries a crimson line,
the barrior my emotions that interwine
the cold blade of my knife.
is just another line or another slice.

on my arm and in my heart,
i feel my existance being torn apart.
though it could just be a sign of damnnation,
i find happiness in self-mutilation.

in the darkness of my pain, i bask
with the following day, i find a new mask
i will not show you that i am weak
because it is not your pity that I seek

and i must really confess
i want your charity even less
If they see pain they stop and say
that they disown me everyday

for they are concious and try to give me pity
the niceness from preps and everyone esle is just fuckin' unconformity
so with another day of masking my pain of existence
i slice my wrists like it is some form of repentence

there is just so much shit that I can take
before my sanity even starts to break
crimson hope drips again to the floor
as my blade befriends my flesh once more

my arm carries a crimson line
your victory is yours
but my happiness is mine

Saisha Meyer

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