The familiar sting as the water turns red
The familiar sight of my own crimson blood
The familiar feeling of running my fingers over my scars
The familiar sensation of breaking my own skin
The familiar numbness that removes everything else
The familiar sleepiness from the blood loss
The familiarity of slipping away and not being sure I'm ever going to wake up again
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PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
