Criss -crossed scars small thin deep thick
Run ragged over my soul
Self imposed justice
Logic that makes no sense
Feeling whole makes me reach to you
To have that pleasure ripping me apart
Welcome the pain bright brilliant pain
Feel myself start to tear apart
Slowly ripped piece to piece
Dragged back to a place of darkness
Where I realize finally realize
You’re my addiction my heroine
Emotional cutter you are my blade
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