Barely Sane. 

I’ve become like a walking corpse.

I smile, I talk, I laugh, I cry.

But all the while I’m dead inside.

I inflict pain upon myself to feel.

And in a weird way, when I’m tearing apart my skin with the tip of a blade, is the only time I feel alive.

It’s the only thing that allows me to know that I can still feel.

The insanity in what I do is what keeps me sane.

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