Agony Remains.

Pain can't save you, so you slit your wrists and let you bleed. 

It gives you the distraction of pain you need. 

I cut for my distraction from the agony, 

and each and every time the scars heal,

but the agony remains.

My wrists ready, my blades sharp, people judge but i'm on a steady route to my destruction.

My pain is temporary, my life lost, 

It's an unavoidable end, slow and agonizing.

But I wait, for the scars to heal, for new ones to grow,

and distraction diminish,

until the reasons are lost and only the agony remains,

once again.

The End

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