at times i miss the metal
the cold steel across my skin
the relief as liquid life flows
releasing pain from within
at times i miss the feeling
of bleeding out self-hate
finding solace in mutilation
and contentment with my fate
at times i long for solutions
to the problems in my heart
that don't involve a silver blade,
ripping mortal shells apart
at times i long for an ending
a path through uncertainty
a way to steal some piece of mind
and be at ease with me
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