So this is something random i came up with
I know its really depressive but umm yeah...
read if you want...
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Blades
Glass
Knifes
Are the best thing to show my pain......
But people don't beileve me
That I like the pain that I put myself through.
The shapness on my skin,
The corners that pierce,
The skin that breaks,
The blood that exposes,
The stinging sensation, and the blood that drips off my fingers.
It stays hidden for no one to find
Sleaves stay down
Wounds heal
yet the pain I show is blinded
Its only the start of whats yet to come.
But what makes it worse
Is when you promise your loved ones
But its a promise you cant keep
People dont know the reason behind it,
Everyone have their own reasons......
Reasons that will be forever unknown
