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appalls, helplessness, hollow, intentions, loneliness, mutilation, pungent, quote, razor, self-inflicted, void
Red lines appear
As the razor pierces through her skin
Each cut deeper than the last
Closer to the vein
A classic case of self-inflicted pain
Blood trickles down profusely
Refusing to stop
As it falls on the marbled floor
Drop by drop
Her sore blood-stained hands
Search new places to injure
It’s the re-emergence of an old habit
Trying to fill this void of loneliness
This endless feeling of helplessness
The pungent smell appalls her to no end
Ashamed of being so weak
She promises to cease this form of self-mutilation
But even to her own ears
The words sound hollow
She knows her intentions will change again tomorrow