!Trigger Warning!: This poem hints towards topics like mental health issues that might be distressing to some readers.

Proceed at your own risk!

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The red is flowing down again
I've lost count of how often
I've been doing this
I know i should stop
But I can't
I don't want to

This is comfort now
This is home
This is safety
This is security
Even if living here means death
It's peace

Haven't studied
Haven't learnt
But it's nothing new
I never learn

So pathetic of me
Reaching out to touch fire
The fire that's already burnt me
And turned me to ashes

I crave the fire
The heat that gave me comfort
But slowly burned me too...