My leg pulses, aches I went back for seconds my, what marks smalls blades may makes whole day wanting no where to vent still in my mind, always on my mind now try to relate outside, can't see how girlfriend, friend, it doesn't matter they fear for me, or of it it doesn't fit the one who I call isn't there when I fall not their fault totally mine i couldn't hang on fuck, where did it all go so wrong? i started with two, now up to 5 will this go up to my thigh? the total brings to seven a temporary heaven followed by brief shame, inner pain but now it wanes cold fills me up from inside they will find out, I cannot hide talk? I don't want it I don't deserve them, I did this to myself well, at least i told you, within my poem i owe em at least that my leg burns, its all i can think for these thoughts, i let them through the door allowed them action, to manifest I feel so numb, i feel so empty no one, no one should talk to me I tried, I lied why do you do this to me? my own fucking MIND!