W H A T IF

It's the pleasure I feel, not the pain.
In the moment when the knife pierces through my skin, and the scarlet red liquid trickles down my wrist; I feel reckless, I feel brave

~ These are poems of a girl
Who painted pain and depression away.
Her one and only wish in life was to,
Cut depression instead of depression cutting her.

By: Kalypso
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