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Support, Information & Expression: Daily life with self-injury

Dark Room

In a dark room I want to lay,
Curled tightly and there I’ll stay.

I’ve had enough of this stress filled life,
Will you just please pass my knife.

I have to let this pain come out,
Because I don’t know how to scream and shout.

I cannot speak ‘bout why I must,
Please believe me and just trust,
That I won’t go deep with this blade.

I love you more than I can say.

In a dark room I want to lay.
Bled and bandaged,
There I’ll stay.

© Leonie, 15 April 2006

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