While my blood seeps from open veins,
Scattering around, easing my pains,
A rush of relief floods through my core,
Addicted to hurt, I crave it more.

In control, I find my dark delight,
Wounds of others fade from sight,
Their scars and pain I now defy,
As my own cuts bleed dry.

Tired, yet alive in this morbid game,
Anxiety's grip and panic's flame,
Watching blood drip, feeling pain's embrace,
Calms my soul, slows my frantic pace.

Madness, they say, but they can't see,
This world’s cruelty is too much for me,
With each deep cut, I find my way,
Blurry eyes, sluggish mind, I sway.

Tears flow, pain sharp, but all else fades,
In this escape, my soul cascades,
Deep within my own design,
In blood and pain, I find my line.
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