The cool metal blade enters my flesh
Feelings of pleasure race through my body,
The skin on my hand is split in two,
The crimson liquid pools on the floor,
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All I can think is "Why am I like this?" "Why am I here?"
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Today I will go just a little to deep
End up with a scar clear across my hand
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To reminded me that I'm worthless,
Reminded me that I'm nothing,
That the world would be a better place without me wasting space.
