Triin Kann - My Guests: Self-harm

The razor,
the scissors,
the knife,
needles and pins
under my skin.
Broken glass.
Just a part
of my life.

I'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all.
I know it's in vain,
that's why I fall.

I don't mind pain,
nor all the blood.
I know it's in vain,
won't stop the flood.

The razor,
the scissors,
the knife.
All these scars,
I've gone too far.
Don't want this
to be a part
of my life.

Triin Kann

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