One more cut
What harm can it do?
I keep telling myself
Its just a temporary entertainment
Though a sick one
Nothing too bad can come of it
Just the usual routine
But the number increases
Two more cuts
Then three
Four
Five more
How much is too much?
Slowly inching closer and closer to my wrist in thoughts
Curious to see what will happen
Its not attempted suicide
Just curiosity
Curiosity brought up from knawing pain and head pounding confusion
Just one more cut
Then maybe someone will finally realize just how much i hurt
Just one more
Amber
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