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Extreme trauma, extreme response

Disorganized rage

Sorrow, loss and abandonment

Concurring in a massive shock

Emotional amplification

Everything turned up to eleven

This pain is too much to bear

Impossible frustration

Hate and rage poisoning my soul

Cannot get them out

Need for violence turned inward

To protect the innocent

Acting out, knife in hand

Pushing harder inside

Perverse wish to see the blood flow

Out of my marked flesh

FLESH CUTTING EUPHORIA

Self-hate, death wishes

Murder on myself

Psychotic rage

Frustration overload

Willing to die

To feel no more

Hating any living soul

For futile reasons

Pressing harder, pushing deeper

My pain and my only solace

Never felt this way before

So sick with my own person

The knife's my weapon against my own self

Deserving self-inflicted pain

I look at the marks on my arm

And then I push some more