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Each Night I Die a Little

Simon Dulock

 

No one can see my scars
Aside from the creator and the lover

I cut myself again
But no blood flows from the vein

So much easier to bring the pain
When the lights outside are on

Damned invisible disease
Signs of the blows never shown
I wished that I would bleed

Label it a horrible case of morbid-gratification
When it came to self-mutilation
Stopping is much easier said than done