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The Cage Called My Skin

I press the razor down on my arm ever so slowly
I put more and more pressure on the blade
then I feel it
The moment when my skin rips open
to let all of the blood out
Slowly it poors into the sink and down the drain
the redness of it is enticing
and inviting to be let out
let out of the cage it is locked in
the cage called my skin
the cage that is now healing very slowly
I dont want it to heal and close
only to let people see
see what I’ve done to me
only they dont understand
They say its killing me
they say its not good
but they dont understand
The blood tells me to do it
it tells me it wants out so it can finally be free
if only to see a glimps of the world
outside of the cage called my skin