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From start to finish I wonder why

The cuts look good in this messed up lie

The blood that trickles down my arm

People all stare at the girl who self-harms:-

"The emo" they call me

I turn to my name

They act out slicing their wrists

I hang my head in shame

I can't help my feelings

Of being alone

I hide myself for the day

Just longing to go home

I sprawl on my bed

With my razor in hand

And take myself away

To a much better land

I stare in the mirror

And let myself cry

Looking forward to the day

That I finally die