Burn Flesh Burn

Burn flesh burn

For it makes me feel alright

Burn flesh burn

So I don’t cut myself all night

Burn flesh burn

So no blood need be shed

Burn flesh burn

Raise the blisters big and red

Burn flesh burn

When I press the lighter to my skin

Burn flesh burn

Don’t think about my kin

Burn flesh burn

For the day is not yet done

Burn flesh burn

My sick way of having fun.

To all self mutilators- You are not alone, and as long as I live, you won’t be alone.

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By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.