Scars
I slash and i cut deeply,
yet I feel no pain.
Blood pours out, I guess I'm insane,
But It's a different feeling,
a unique high.
The pain comes later, after i fly.
Sometimes there are tears,
but the pain is from elsewhere.
It's always from my heart that I wish wasn't there.
After all It's done like a broken heart,
the scars remain never will they depart.
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