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Pluck me, strip me, smother me

Rip me apart

Devour the very esscence of my being

Does it bring reward, knowing you’ve broken something already broken

Is the accomplishment the same

Does it bring the same fulfillment?

Watch the warm crimson fall from the self-inflicted wounds

Throw salt, alcohol even, the sting will subside the mind numbing pain felt

Only for a little while

Cuts run deep, blood pours more and more

The pain begins to engulf this small body

Save me from me

I am my own ghosts

Taunting and causing this unbearable pain
Life drains from this once vivacious body...