Blood.
It's like a drug,
better than this shitty ass one
I'm getting high off of.
The blade the pipe I smoke,
when I put it to my skin,
slicing deep and getting numb,
high off the pain I feel.
Better than the world's pain,
the pain they shove down my throat,
like a pair of pills to drug me,
make me lucid and unseeing
of what they really do to us.
But they can't take away my shard,
the sharpness of the edge,
slitting my finger, my wrist, my stomach, my throat,
spilling the blood that is
my drug.
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