nightly ritual

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As I sit here
in eternal darkness,
I hold in my hand,
a cold steel blade.
I think of how,
my life is like
a living hell.
No one knows,
how much I hurt.
They would not care,
if they knew.
I am worth nothing.
I feel nothing,
nothing but sorrow,
and emptiness.
I make two cuts,
my lifeblood flows
freely from my veins.
It's so beautiful,
the pain is so sweet.
I cover my wounds,
and go to sleep.
I will do it again another night.
For this--
is the nightly ritual,
when you live in hell.