The wince of pain,
the sight of red,
it seems I'm out of my head
The euphoria, the gleem
keeps sustaining my need.
The painful release,
in the blink of an eye,
gives me a sense of peace,
where elsewhere I cannot find.
Over years and time, consuming my mind,
this "friend" lets me know I'm alive.
It's hard to explain,
people ask "WHY?"
and I tell them this without a sigh~~
"It releases me from pain and strife,
and I find happiness with my life,
If only for an instant, I am real,
The numbness inside starts to feel.
For that I am thankful, but sorry still~~
That this is what I chose to keep me real."
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