Pain.

One slice is all it took to get me on it, like a hook.
Addicted I am to feel this pain.
I never thought it be this way.

This kind of pain you cannot feel.
A knife, razor, or type of blade.
All will help me give the same pain.
Scars litter the arms and legs.
Battle scars of mental pain.

That inflict physical cuts.
Emotions running wild tonight.
Someone please take me to the sky.

BY: Natasha Richards follow her on http://allpoetry.com/Tashiebooboo
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